This will put an end to all your problems. He said sternly, hurrying out for his office.
I sank into the sofa, stunned. Dumbfounded. What did I do for this?
Don’t I deserve a good life, Happy relationships, Kids future, Some fun, and recreation?
My joy, freedom, and peace of mind have no value, is it?
Am I asking for something big? I kept wondering, sobbing into the pillow
I woke up to the door-bell.
He is back. Unusually quiet today.
Loosening his tie, he stepped in with a stone face, took off his shoes, and headed to his room
He didn’t have a daily drink.
no fights, no abusive language, nothing.
Had his dinner, with absolutely no fault-finding with my cooking
Quiet and lost in his own deep thoughts, went to the bed and slept.
It’s been three days now, and no change in his behavior yet. I was feeling worried.
Never expected him to mean what he said about our divorce.
What do I do now?
Whom should I consult?
Should I start looking for a job now?
Been 5 years since I worked. Who will hire me with this long gap?
What will happen to our kids? Who will they have to stay with?
The future looked so uncertain!
I should not have pushed him hard.
But then. He is so irresponsible.
It’s already 10 AM. He is still in his casuals.
Has he resigned from his job? I could not dare to ask him.
No office today?
I asked him meekly, breaking the 4-day long silence.
On leave. I am meeting a consultant today. he answered gravely.
Should be back by afternoon. Will be back for lunch, he added, walking out
The last lunch, I despaired.
Time seems to have stopped. The clock looked stuck. Every moment passing heavily.
God, please help me, I kept praying anxiously,
230 PM, the doorbell rang. I knew it was him. With a heavy heart, I opened the door and stepped aside to let him.
he looked relaxed with a gentle smile on his face,
here, take it. he said, handing the black folder to me.
this should solve some problems for you and me.
Sign where it is marked and return it fast. Our consultant will complete the rest in a week’s time.
My heart sank. I just took the folder and rushed into the room and locked myself in. 7 years of marriage has come to end. He has given me the divorce papers. How could he do that? Is this what I deserve. Tears rolled as if they breached the dam.
After about half an hour, I gathered myself, walked up to the table, picked up my pen to sign
Reluctantly, I opened the folder. I could not believe my eyes. I rubbed them and double-checked.
It is his term insurance other financial planning documents.