Why did we get married if you leave me to go to bed alone every night and wake up alone every morning?
You never wanted to be a husband.
Your priority will always be your business.
The night I caught her being unfaithful, she’d screamed bloody murder at me like I was the one who’d done wrong and betrayed her—like I was the one sneaking around behind her back fucking her best friend. She’d taken off her wedding rings, threw them across the room at me, and shouted that she couldn’t bear to be alone anymore.
She told me the affair had been my fault.
Maybe she was right. Maybe I’d pushed her into the arms of my best friend while I pursued financial freedom. I thought I’d been doing what was best for us. I thought if I grinded hard in the beginning, I’d have time once we started a family to step back and be the father I always needed as a boy. But that wasn’t enough for her.
I wasn’t enough for her.