He told me that the problem wasn’t just what I’d said during our fight.
The problem was that I’d been capable of saying it at all.
The woman he’d married wouldn’t have been able to look him in the eye and deliberately try to hurt him in his most vulnerable place.
According to David, my words had revealed something about my character that he couldn’t ignore or forgive.
Whether I’d meant them or not, I’d shown him that I was capable of cruelty when pushed, that I would use intimate knowledge of his insecurities as weapons when it suited me.
The conversation lasted less than ten minutes, but it effectively ended any hope I’d harbored of saving our marriage.
David told me he would be moving back into our house the following weekend to collect his belongings, and he expected me to be elsewhere when he did so.
