My Divorce Story
“I want to get a divorce,” I sob into my hands, “ I can’t do this anymore”. Dexter is sitting beside me while our marriage counselor, Sylvia, waits quietly across from us, watching. We are in a small office with a large window, cheery light flooding the room. With the aesthetically pleasing decor, an Essential Oil diffuser puffing “Citrus Bliss” gently in the corner, and a variety of calming sensory objects, the room was a perfect picture of calm serenity. But today, all the sunshine and Japanese sand gardens in the world could not disperse the overwhelming despair engulfing me. Dexter doesn’t look shocked at my statement, just quiet, like a tolerant parent dealing with an uncooperative and belligerent child. “Let’s just go and talk about this at home” he says calmly. But I know he’s just trying to get me alone to convince me to stay. He knows that he will be able to somehow persuade me like he has all the other times before. When we’re alone, he always wins. ...