The Invitation That Was Never Meant to Be Kind
If I am being honest with myself now, I cannot pretend that the cruelty surprised me.
Cruelty had long ago become a quiet, predictable rhythm in my life, something that arrived with the same regularity as overdue bills or the dull ache that fAollows sleepless nights, and while many people imagine that the end of a marriage marks the end of its wounds, the truth is that some people continue their small wars long after the papers have been signed.
