Christian apologized to me.
He admitted that he finally understood why I wanted a divorce.
He talked about the seven years I'd spent silently compromising inside our marriage, about all the times I'd swallowed my pain without complaint.
"I realize now," he said hoarsely, "that you've completely lost faith in me."
I shook my head gently.
"No. That disappointment happened two years ago. Choosing divorce was something I thought through very carefully."
Disappointment itself wasn't frightening.
What was truly frightening was the despair that came after your heart finally died, followed by the moment you completely let go.
Looking directly into his eyes, I said calmly, "Christian, I'm already trying to move forward with my new life. You should sort out your own feelings and start a new
