Don’t Let Your Mother Answer for You
That night in Charlotte I was offered the regional role and I was going to turn it down because I was frightened of it and because you were deployed and I thought I couldn’t do both.
Luca sat up with me until one in the morning and told me I was being an idiot, and at some point I grabbed his arm because I was crying, and somebody took a photograph of it.
I took the job.
I start in January.
That’s it.
That’s the entire thing.
Eleven weeks of our marriage ending over eleven seconds in a hotel bar that I could have explained in one phone call.
Ivan, I need to say the next part carefully because I’ve been angry for two months and I don’t want to write it angry.