“I’m not happy,”
her husband said,
and he started dropping d-bombs:
divorce.
They had their tenth anniversary this year too
but they did not enjoy theirs.
His bombs hit her
right
where they were supposed to.
It was a movie,
someone else’s life, right?
Everything was so surreal
happening
in front of her,
but it couldn’t be
happening
to her.
She still loved him.
And they had made a promise:
better
worse
rich
poor
sickness
health
forever.
Why would he do this?
He blindsided her.
She hadn’t seen it coming.
Had he stopped loving her?
Was she just supposed to accept that?
Should she just give up?
Not a chance.
She would not go down passively.
She would fight
for him
for their marriage
for their family.
Whatever it was he was unhappy about,
he would not bulldoze her
into letting go.
She knew there was a chance
she may lose anyway,
but she was going to do
everything
she
could
white-knuckled and all
to help them
be them
again.
And maybe
if he saw how hard
she was fighting,
he would realize
she was worth fighting for too.