With a Broken Arm and No Support, I Took Back My Life: A Marriage Lesson, a Divorce Lawyer, and a Fresh Start
“Wow,” he said. “That’s… not great.”
I waited for the rest.
Are you okay?
How are you feeling?
Do you need anything?
None of it came.
Instead, he frowned as if I had inconvenienced him.
“Well,” he said, “that’s really bad timing.”
I stared at him.
“Bad timing?”
He waved a hand around the living room.
“My birthday weekend. Twenty people coming. I told everyone you were making that roast. The house isn’t ready. How are we supposed to do this now?”
