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.
When Mark walked out on me two months ago, he didn’t bother to cushion his words. He stood in our living room, gym duffel over his shoulder, and said flatly, “Emily, you’ve put on a lot of weight. I want someone who actually takes care of herself. Claire does.” Then he gave a careless…
