My hands trembled.
The final paragraph was even more emotional.
Sutton deserves to feel loved and respected. I want to become the husband who helps her feel that way again.
I lowered the letter.
“Why didn’t you tell me this?”
“Because I was afraid you’d only remember the part about wanting to leave.”
I glanced at the divorce papers.
“Well, I found that part anyway.”
He gave a sad smile.
“I know.”
I reached for his hand.
“Ashton, I don’t expect you to pretend everything is fine when it isn’t.”
“And I need to stop believing I can handle every problem alone,” he replied.
We sat together quietly.
Then I said:
“We have to stop hiding important things from each other.”
He nodded.
“Agreed.”
That evening, we put the divorce papers away.
Not because all our problems had disappeared.
And not because my improving eyesight had magically repaired our relationship.
