When I tried to bring up the fight, he simply said he wasn’t ready to discuss it yet.
I thought his silence was just wounded pride.
I didn’t realize it was him planning my exit from his life.
The measuring tape appeared on the fourth day.
I came home from work to find it lying on my pillow like a coiled snake, accompanied by a handwritten note that made my blood run cold.
The note read, “Since you seem to have such detailed knowledge of measurements, I thought you might want to be more precise about everything else in your life. Starting with finding a new place to live. You have 30 days.”
Underneath were legal documents, divorce papers already filled out and signed by David, waiting only for my signature to make our separation official.
I’d seen David angry before, but I’d never seen him cold.
