I WORKED TWO JOBS SO MY HUSBAND COULD BECOME A DOCTOR — BUT AT HIS GRADUATION, HE HANDED ME DIVORCE PAPERS. THEN ONE OF HIS CLASSMATES STOPPED ME AND WHISPERED, “DON’T LEAVE YET… YOU NEED TO KNOW THE TRUTH.”

“Please,” he said. “Just let me explain everything properly.”

“Did your lawyer tell you to come?”

His silence answered before he did.

“I know how this looks,” he said.

“No,” I said. “You know how it is.”

He flinched.

“I loved you.”

“I think you did,” I said. “But not more than you loved what I made possible.”

Without warning, he started crying.

To his credit, he didn’t put on a big show.

But I still couldn’t feel much pity.