Eight Years After Our Divorce, I'm Dying, and My Ex-Wife is Losing Her Mind

Synopsis

In my third year of fighting cancer, with my life drawing to a close, I just wanted one last look at the old neighborhood where I lived with my parents. But right at the entrance, I ran into my ex-wife. Years had passed, and we had both changed. She had taken off the hand-woven memory bracelet I once made for her, replacing it with an expensive diamond ring. I had shaved off the side-part she used to love, wearing a beanie to hide my bald head from the chemo drips. We stared at each other for a moment before forcing out a greeting. As we brushed past each other, Claire suddenly called out to me. "Do you still resent me, Ethan?" I gave a weak smile and shook my head. To resent someone means you still care. And my capacity to love had dried up a long time ago. I didn't look back. I just walked into the neighborhood. I wanted to keep my final days to myself. For the home that once gave me happiness.