Obsessed with a child I couldn’t have, to the point that I’d made our home unlivable.
It was a masterful story, because it took my genuine grief — the grief he had manufactured and deepened — and reframed it as evidence of my instability.
Who could argue?
I was grieving.
I was unstable, in the way anyone is unstable after four years of engineered despair.
He simply left out the engineering.
Delphine testified.
That’s the word for what she did, in the mediation and in the whispered version that spread through our circle — she testified that I had pushed him away, that she’d watched the marriage fail from the inside, that she’d tried so hard to help me and I’d refused.
My best friend stood in the ruins of my life and pointed at me as the cause, and people believed her, because why would she lie?
She was the loyal one.