He Saved the Side Chick
Tammy, who my husband Steven used to mentor, was in the car crash with me.
My liver had ruptured. I was drenched in blood. Steven didn't even flinch. He yanked Tammy out first, and she only had a scratch on her forehead.
While I was unconscious, barely hanging on, he was freaking out about her getting a scar.
When I came to, completely done, I chucked the divorce papers at his face.
He went feral—ripped them up and said I'd only leave him over his dead body.
I used to hate when he pulled that line. But now? If that's what it takes, so be it.