He was busy, impatient, uninterested in another appointment he had chosen not to attend.

Eventually, I stopped pursuing him with information he made so clear he did not want.

It was not a decision I would later describe as simple or perfect.

It was how far our marriage had deteriorated while two children continued growing inside me.

“I need you to leave,” I said.

“Sign first.”

“If you want a document discussed, it will wait until my children are born and I have my own attorney.”

His eyes narrowed at the plural.