The Last Divorce
I've been married to Ryland Webster for eight years. In that time, we got divorced nine times.
I met every woman he dated after our wedding. Whenever he grew tired of someone and wanted out, I became his favorite excuse.
"If you marry him, you'll end up like me," I told them. "Cleaning up his messes, signing divorce papers over and over, and walking away with nothing."
On New Year's Eve, I sat beside another woman he'd abandoned, handing her tissues as she cried.
Across the city, Ryland was setting off a fireworks display for his newest girlfriend.
As I watched her sob through an entire box of tissues, I saw a younger version of myself.
For the first time, I asked Ryland for a divorce. He looked genuinely confused.
"We'll be remarried in three days," he said. "Do we really need to go through this again?"
I smiled and shook my head.
No.
Not this time.
Ryland, I'm done waiting for you.