My husband m0cked my weight and walked out on me for a fit woman. When he returned to collect his belongings, a red note on the table stopped him cold. As he read it, the color drained from his face. I had done something he never expected.
Then, yesterday, Mark texted: “I’ll stop by tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff.” No apology. No acknowledgment. He assumed he’d walk in and see the same shattered woman he left behind. This morning, when he entered the apartment, he stopped short. His eyes widened, his posture stiffened. I stood there calmly in…
