Page 85 of Show Me Something

“And your period is due in two weeks?”

He knew my cycle better than I did. “Yes. I’ll tell you when I get it.”

“Or if you don’t.”

“Yes.”

“I hate this.”

“I do, too.” But I’d hate myself more if I continued in this relationship with a hope he’d change. A hope that someday he’d love me the way he loved Sarah.

“I— God, Jules.” His voice cracked and then, on a long sigh, he said, “Call me later?”

“Okay. Bye, Mark.”

“Bye.”

Hanging up the phone, I wiped the tears and glanced over at my precious son watching cartoons. I prayed I was doing the right thing by deciding to leave, not only for me but also for him.

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