I refused to promise what I couldn’t give him.
“We’ll both keep taking care of you,” I said. “Even if we live in different houses.”
His birthday came and went.
We held the party we’d planned, with a dinosaur cake and seven excited children in our backyard.
Eric attended, helped carry chairs, and left after the guests went home.
I cried while washing the cake plates.
In November, I met with a divorce attorney.
It wasn’t a dramatic decision.
I had spent weeks asking myself whether I could rebuild trust, and every answer led back to the same place.
Eric had rented a house, planned a future, and involved our child before telling me our marriage was ending.
When I told him I was filing, he stared at the papers.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“I thought we’d reconcile.”
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