Divorced for the 9th Time
I married the same man nine times. And each time, he left me for his first love, divorcing me nine times as well.
The first time we parted, I lost control and threw all his belongings out the door.
By the fourth divorce, I begged him to leave his luggage behind out of fear he might never return.
The eighth time, I had learned to obediently pack his things, careful not to upset him.
My breakdowns, my pleas, and my obedience always brought him back to me. Each time, he honored his promises. And each time, we divorced again, just like before.
Until this time. This time, I packed my own things and left without telling him.
A month from now, I will be gone for good.