\u201cI had a good time,\u201d I said hopefully. \u201cAnd my mom always likes to see you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYour mom\u2019s great,\u201d she conceded. She had found her keys and was walking to her car. I followed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m really starting to feel better now,\u201d I told her. \u201cReally I am. The sky is bluer. I can hear the birds chirping. I can think. Those thoughts we talked about are gone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She stopped. Our eyes met. \u201cWhat is it you want from me?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had been sick for so many years. Getting well again was my only priority. I didn\u2019t really know how to answer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t really know,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe need to get a divorce,\u201d she said. \u201cTell your parents \u2018thank you\u2019 for their hospitality, but we need to get a divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We had been separated for over a year, but the idea of divorce had always seemed so unreal. I\u2019m not sure either one of us had ever said the word aloud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now we were talking about divorce. On Thanksgiving Day. I stepped back as if pushed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIs there any reason for the urgency?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She started her car, an electric blue Nissan SUV that I\u2019d helped her pick out. \u201cI\u2019ve been paying your health insurance,\u201d she said. \u201cIt\u2019s expensive. I\u2019ve got other things to do with that money.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The insurance she was referring to had just saved my life by funding my week-long hospital stay.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She closed the car door and turned the ignition. \u201cI have to say,\u201d I told her through the window. \u201cMy therapy<\/a> is going well. The doctor said I can probably start looking for work again soon.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n She knew that what I was saying to her was that without my insurance, I couldn\u2019t get treatment. I hadn’t been able to work for over a year.<\/p>\n\n\n\n She had grown tired of my illness, tired of me. But the thing she hated most was spending money on me. The thing I hated most was being a burden.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cIt\u2019s no longer my responsibility to care about that,\u201d she said. Her car jolted out of the space and snaked around the corner. She was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Kadee, our pit-boxer, trotted up to see what was going on. She had been watching us from the front door. She came to my leg and I patted her side. She was a very good dog.<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"She](\"https:\/\/www.blunt-therapy.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/.\/pinterest-blog-pins-1-683x1024.jpg\")