"I'll save you the trouble—we're getting a divorce. From today on, whether you live or die, whatever happens with your little affair, has nothing to do with me."
My voice stayed steady. Fifty years of silence fueled every word. "I supported you through school. Walked with you through poverty. Held up our home for decades. I didn't do all that so you could bring another woman to pity me in my old age. I won't chase you for what you owe me. But the days I have left? I'm living them for myself."
I didn't wait for his response. Didn't look back. I turned and walked away, leaving the baggage—literal and emotional—on the sidewalk.
