Do What You Want
My husband was like a broken record. His answer was always the same.
"I can't leave."
On our wedding anniversary, he said he couldn't leave because he had to take Natalie Rivers out and cheer her up.
When I miscarried, he couldn't leave because he had to take Natalie to therapy.
Even when my mother died, he still gave me the same answer.
"I really can't leave. Natalie's depression has come back, and she can't be alone."
Still weak after my miscarriage, I kept vigil alone for three days.
That was when I finally understood. To him, neither our baby's life nor my mother's life mattered.
My relatives were shocked to see me handling everything alone.
"Josh really isn't coming?"
After saying my final goodbye to my mother, I stood up and answered calmly.
"No. He doesn't have that obligation anymore."