“I am not talking about destroying our marriage over four days of fishing,” I said, holding his gaze without a flicker.

“I am talking about saving my own life from a partner who abandoned me.

Listen to what you actually did, Julian, without the story you’ve told yourself about it.

You did not go fishing.

You looked at a drowning woman, a woman who had not slept in six months, holding your two infant daughters, asking you for the smallest possible help, and you shrugged your shoulders, and you told her to act like a mother, and you walked out the door to go drink beer on a boat.”

He flinched at drowning woman, and I let it land.