And when my own career finally began going somewhere, I gave it up — because he wanted me to focus on our family and our home.
That last part matters more than you know right now.
Hold onto it.
For years, I cooked, took care of the house, and made sure our life kept running in Cedar Hollow, Indiana.
So I still don’t know what I supposedly did wrong.
Then one evening, over dinner, Gerald calmly announced that he wanted a divorce.
I genuinely thought he was joking.
He wasn’t.
He looked straight at me across a pot roast I’d spent all afternoon on, and he said I’d “let myself go.”
Then he admitted there was another woman.
Her name was Chelsea.
She was thirty-one and worked at his company — the company Gerald ran, the company he was so proud of, the software firm he’d built “from nothing.”
Twenty-seven years of marriage ended in one single conversation.
