“Luna, this version of the divorce agreement has no typos or sloppy grammar. I hired a lawyer to draft it.” I passed her the attorney’s business card along with the documents. “Take a look. If there’s anything off, talk to my lawyer.”
That finally got her to stand up straight and step away from the man she had been leaning on. She took the papers.
I turned and walked into the kitchen, made a glass of milk and handed it to the college kid named Seth.
Seth Boreas... He was young, good-looking—there was even a flicker of resemblance to a younger version of myself.
I was no longer the person who held her heart. She’d moved on—again and again. I’d lost count of how many times.
“There’s powdered milk in the cupboard—skim and whole. Help yourself next time if you want more.”
“Professor Luna is a kind person. There are eleven other students like you living on the third floor. Try learning from them. Maybe you’ll graduate sooner.”
Over the years, I had thrown the word “divorce” around more times than I could count—handwritten drafts, online templates, you name it. A chaotic mess, one version after another.
I had thought Luna might tone things down, but it barely made a difference. Over the years, Luna had brought home more college boys than I could count—all to polish her reputation as a top academic advisor.
One wave after another... Now there were still eleven of them left.
I ended up playing housekeeper for the lot of them. I looked after their needs and, more often than not, turning a blind eye to their flirting and fooling around.
I couldn’t keep living like this. I didn’t want to.
Back when we first got married, our anniversaries were just the two of us—simple, warm and full of love you could feel without even trying.
Somewhere along the way, though, our anniversary became just another excuse for Luna to show off and brag. The house would fill with strangers I didn't even recognize, her circle constantly turning over with new faces.
That day, I turned and headed upstairs, packed a few clothes into a suitcase and got ready to leave.
Suddenly, Luna cut me off at the staircase with a single step, blocking my way. She shot a look of pure disgust at the suitcase in my hand.