« Daniel, are you absolutely certain this is what you want? »
Her calmness irritated me.
I had expected tears. Anger. Perhaps even a desperate argument that would give me an excuse to justify what I was about to do.
Instead, Margaret placed her fork beside her plate, gently wiped her lips with a napkin, and nodded.
« Then I suppose you’ve already made your decision. »
I was fifty-two years old. Margaret and I had been married for twenty-seven years. We had raised two children, paid off a mortgage, survived financial difficulties, buried loved ones, and built a life together.
But somewhere along the way, I had convinced myself that our marriage had become boring.And then I met Vanessa.
She was twenty-eight, beautiful, energetic, and always smiling. She laughed at my jokes, complimented my appearance, and made me feel as though I were still a young man with his entire life ahead of him.
