His jaw tightened.
“What exactly are you trying to prove?”
“Nothing.”
That answer seemed to scare him more than anger would have.
“I’m just finally listening to you.”
David pulled out a chair.
“Rachel, come on. Last night was just a conversation.”
“No. Last night was an answer.”
He went silent.
I pointed toward the documents.
“I’ve spent ten years making decisions as if you were my husband. I put your needs into every major choice I made. I treated this house as ours, even though legally it’s mine. I built savings for both of us. I planned retirement around both of us.”
David’s expression changed.
“Are you kicking me out?”
“No.”
He looked relieved for half a second.
Then I continued.
“But I am stopping pretending that we have a commitment you’ve told me very clearly you don’t want.”
