Goodbye

I calmly walked around the side of the table, taking a seat and waiting for James to do the same, but he remained standing. His posture was rigid, and each breath came out as if he was forcing himself to remember to breathe.

“Why are you wearing his clothes, Rosa?” James finally turned around, glancing down at my attire.

“Are we really going to discuss the clothing that I am wearing?”

“You are wearing another man’s clothing,” he spat, “That’s where we are going to start.”

“It’s been three years and you’ve not bothered to pay me attention until I’m wearing another man’s clothing. Do you realize how awful that is?”

“You are my wife!” James growled, throwing his arms in the air.

“And you are in love with another woman,” I whispered, feeling the tears that I’d been successfully keeping at bay sting my eyes.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered, running his fingers through his hair.

“Then tell me, James. Explain it to me so that I can understand.”

He walked over to the edge of