Adam and I had been divorced for a year and a half. He’d cheated and then left me for the woman after six years of marriage.
He spent most of last year acting as if the biggest tragedy in our breakup was that I had not handled being discarded with more elegance.
He used to say things like, « You’re too emotional, » and « It’s not a big deal. »
Eventually, when he broke up with me, he said, « You’re a good woman, Nora, but you’re not the kind of woman a successful man can build a life around. »
I still remember staring at him after that one and thinking, Oh, so you actually think you are the prize.
Three months later, he filed for divorce.
He didn’t admit that he was the root cause of our separation. He said just enough to make himself sound noble, and me sound exhausting.
There had been « a connection. » He had « felt unseen. » He « hadn’t meant for it to happen. »
I never learned much about the other woman beyond the fact that she existed.
When the divorce was finalized, I was heartbroken and devastated to learn that he had moved on with her. But now, I am glad the trash took itself out.
