“What would you like me to say, Ross? You’ve already decided you don’t want this marriage.”
I had no answer.
I packed a suitcase and left.
At the time, I believed I was walking toward a better future.
I had no idea how much I was abandoning.
For the first several months, life with Whitney felt exactly as I’d imagined.
We rented a modern apartment.
Went out to restaurants whenever we wanted.
Spent weekends exploring nearby towns.
Stayed up late talking about travel, careers, and ambitious plans.
There were no children waking us before sunrise.
No arguments about household responsibilities.
I felt free.
Whitney encouraged me to pursue a business idea I’d mentioned several times.
“You’ve always said you wanted to work for yourself,” she told me. “Why not finally do it?”
I loved hearing that.
I’d spent years working for other people, and the idea of being my own boss appealed to me.
