After 50 years, I filed for divorce.
I had had enough. We’d grown distant, and I was suffocating. The kids were grown, so I was ready to go.Charles was crushed, but I fought for my new life at 75. After signing the divorce papers, our lawyer invited us to a cafe after all, we ended things amicably.
But when Charles once again decided what I would eat, I snapped.
“THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I NEVER WANT TO BE WITH YOU!”The next day, I ignored all his calls. Then… the phone rang, but it wasn’t him it was our lawyer
“If Charles asked you to call me, then DON’T BOTHER.”, I said.
“No… he didn’t ask me to call. This is about him. You need to sit down. This is serious.”, the lawyer said.
My heart skipped. “What do you mean?”
His voice softened. “Your ex-husband collapsed last night. He was taken to the hospital with a massive heart attack.”
The room tilted. I grabbed the back of a chair to stay upright.
“Is… is he alive?”
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