“You don’t see yourself anymore.”
My breath hitched. “So that’s it? You’re bored? You found someone with better leggings and tighter abs, and suddenly the last sixteen years are, what? A mistake?”
“You’ve let yourself go,” he said flatly.
That landed like a slap.
I blinked, slow and furious. “You know what I’ve let go of? Sleep. Privacy. Hot meals. Myself. I let myself go so you could chase promotions and sleep in on Saturdays while I kept our house and kids from catching on fire.”
He rolled his eyes.
“You always do this.”
“Do what?” I snapped.
“You’ve let yourself go.”
“Turn everything into a list of sacrifices. Like I should be grateful you chose to be tired.”
“I didn’t choose to be tired, Cole. I chose you. And you made me a single parent without even bothering to close the fridge.”
He opened his mouth like he was going to argue.
Then he closed it again. Picked up the bottle, and set it down.
“I’m leaving.”
“When?”
“Now.”
I laughed, short and mean. “You packed already?”
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