LORRAINE SNATCHED THE ENVELOPE.

“Divorce? This is ridiculous!” Lorraine tossed the envelope aside. “You can’t just walk away.”

My husband picked up the divorce papers. He sank into the chair as he read them.

He finally looked me in the eye. “You’re really doing this?”

I nodded. “I learned exactly where I stand when you not only asked me to leave, but expected me to stay in a crummy motel. You might not think I’m worth more than that, but I do.”

Then I walked out.

HE SANK INTO THE CHAIR AS HE READ THEM.

The door closed behind me, and I heard nothing from inside. No protests, no apologies, and nobody running after me.