“I think I owe you a different apology than the one I’ve already given.”

I leaned against the counter and waited.

“I treated our marriage like a decision I could optimize.

I assumed I could divide up what we owned and that would settle what I owed you emotionally.

When you didn’t beg me to stay, I was cruel because I couldn’t bear the possibility that you might survive without me.”

The words were precise.

For once, they weren’t defensive.