“I really hate talking about my ex,” I muttered to William.
“No, it"s fine,” he said. “This is your story. Your book.”
I stared at my hands in my lap.
“Most women can b***h about their exes for days and not tire from it. I dread becoming one of them. This is the most I"ve ever spoken of him. If I had my way, he wouldn"t even be in the story. He wasn"t worth it.”
William shifted in his chair.
“But he"s part of it,” he said. “He"s part of you.”
I felt sick about that, but William was right.
“Yes. He is,” I said. “I could go on about all the petty s**t we fought about, but I won"t. At the end of the day, there are really only a handful of things you need to know about him. The man detested—refused to seek medical assistance even if it meant risking the health of the children.
“When a
