I lost my hearing in an accident — five years later, I finally heard my husband's voice, and what he said prompted me to file for divorce.
"And it's not my fault," I replied softly. "It's the result of your actions."
He stood there for a moment, rain dripping from his sleeves. I didn't flinch. I didn't apologize.
"Take care of yourself," I told her as I closed the door.
The divorce was quick. I kept the house. He took absolutely nothing.
A man walking in the rain | Source: Midjourney
One morning, I glanced at the notebook I used to carry everywhere with me. It was now lying untouched on the shelf; I no longer needed it, I had found my voice again.
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