ESTEFANÍA
I had finished my breakfast with a queasy stomach. My plate was half full, and I hadn't had much of my orange juice.
"A lawyer?" Josué asked in disbelief. He set his utensils aside, luckily having finished his breakfast on time.
The topic of divorce had taken him by surprise. He knew how much I loved Joshua and the effort I was making to take such a drastic step in my life.
"Yes," I hesitated for a moment, but I had to accept things as they were. There was no way to save my marriage. Joshua already hated me, rightfully so, and I didn't want us to continue hurting each other. We were even, and it was easier to think that way because it was less painful," I said. "I can't find another way out of this problem. Josué, he hates me. He hates me, and I can't do anything to fix it."
