« Let’s not make a big deal out of it. I’m leaving. I’m with Claire now. »
I felt my stomach clench.
Clear.
My own little sister.
For a few seconds, I was unable to understand what he had actually just told me.
« Claire? My sister? How could you do such a thing to me? »
Daniel simply shrugged.
« I’m fed up with our whole life revolving around diapers, crying, and bills. I’ve had enough. I want to live for myself. Claire isn’t burdened by children, and I like that. »
At that moment, I felt as if the ground was disappearing beneath my feet.
Eighteen years of marriage swept away in a few sentences
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Daniel and I had built a life together for eighteen years. We had seven sons, and each of them had been wanted.
This family wasn’t something that simply « happened » to us. We chose it together
