My Husband Thought I Was a Beaten, Unemployed Wife. On January 2nd He Pulled Into My Parents’ Driveway and Found Out Who I Really Was
Damon blamed me.
Of course he did.
He called, and when I didn’t answer he had his mother call, and the message was the same underneath the words: that I had done this to him, that my jealousy or my coldness or my sudden ruthlessness had destroyed a good man’s life.
I let the documents answer.
That was the whole of my strategy, in the end, and it is the only strategy I have ever fully trusted.
I did not argue with him.