Hope You Two Last Forever

On our third wedding anniversary, I waited until dinner went cold. My husband said he was away on business in Chicago. At 1 a.m., I saw a photo posted by his childhood sweetheart— their thirty-sixth trip together. I didn’t cry. I just commented, “Hope you two last forever.” The next morning, he demanded I delete it and apologize to her. That was when I stopped fighting. After six years together, I sent him one final message— I want a divorce.