I was bleeding and exhausted and I had never been more vulnerable in my life, and our son was five minutes old, and you didn’t ask me a question.

You didn’t hesitate.

You told me to go to my sister’s like I was something you were ashamed of.

You didn’t protect your family.

You set fire to it.”

He tried, then, the thing men in his position always try — he tried to make the depth of his remorse into a reason for me to move past it quickly.