The Unbridgeable Distance Between Us
My husband was ruled by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, enforcing rigid schedules that governed our household.
On our daughter's birthday, he and his assistant showed up late.
The girl, who mirrored her father's need for order, wasn't upset. She just smiled and invited them to cut her cake.
My heart shattered as I watched their cream-covered faces and joyful photos.
The next day, I handed him the divorce agreement, confusing him.
"Just because Edith didn't cut the cake with you?"
"Yes."