At 2:00 a.m., My Husband Thought I Was Asleep While He Emptied Our Safe to Run Off With His Mistress. Before Leaving, He Kissed Me and Whispered, “Poor Audrey. You Never Saw This Coming.” Hours Later He Sent a Photo From the Airport. I Replied With Four Words That Made Him Call Me Immediately.
He was not entirely lying.
Those days had happened.
He wanted them to cancel the later ones.
I let him finish.
Then I said that memory is not payment.
“You are erasing me,” he said.
“I am separating you from what you tried to take,” I answered.
“That is not the same.”