He Drove Her Home, I Cut Us Free

Synopsis

We were supposed to go to my husband Ethan Bell's parents that day. He left early in the morning and didn't call until noon. "Something came up. I booked you an afternoon flight. You'll have to go alone," he said. My chest tightened. "Ethan, you know I'm scared of heights." So I had never flown by myself. Before I could finish, he hung up. The next second, I was scrolling through my feed and saw a post from an intern in his department. She wrote: [Random urge to drive home. Good thing he's always around to give me a lift.] The photo showed Ethan's profile. No mistaking it. I crumpled the paper in my hand. The one that said severe depression. After a long while, I stood up. I took our wedding photo off the wall. Then I just kept cutting Ethan's face, over and over, until it was all torn up. I was done. Everything about Ethan, I didn't want any of it anymore.