It also stated that I wanted all major discussions about our living arrangement documented for now.
That sentence changed his voice.
“You’re making me sound dangerous.”
“No.”
“I’m not some abusive husband.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“Then why do we need lawyers and records?”
“Because every conversation becomes about what you meant instead of what you did.”
He didn’t answer.
I continued before I lost my nerve.
“You left me with two six-month-old babies for four days after I told you I was barely functioning.”
“You said you could handle them.”
“I said I would handle them because you had already decided to leave.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
His own sentence hung there between us.
He realized it before I said anything.
For the first time that night, Brandon stopped arguing.
Then Emma started crying in Rachel’s guest room.
The sound traveled through my phone.
