At My Divorce Hearing I Had Nothing Until The Doors Opened

the money, the freedom, the story he had been building about himself, the assumptions about what I was and what I would do and how completely he had contained me.

“Clara, tell them I took care of you,” he sobbed. “I’ll give it all back. I love you. I’m the father of your child.”

I looked at him from a distance that had nothing to do with feet.

“You’re continue reading …