"I know your parents have been pushing you to come home, and you've been holding out in Seaview City for my sake without telling me."
"I'm willing to go back with you, Nigel."
Just like that, we got our marriage license.
I was pregnant the same year. The baby came the next.
Life felt like someone had hit fast-forward, and somewhere along the way, the marriage started dying too.
Only now did it dawn on me.
If Nigel had truly kept his parents' pressure a secret, I never would have found out.
"Fine, what happened today was my fault. I apologize."
"Stop making a fuss. I'm really tired."
Nigel tossed out the apology like he was swatting a fly.
And I couldn't hear a shred of sincerity in it.
"Nigel, I'm not bringing up divorce because I'm throwing a tantrum."
"I genuinely want a divorce."
I said it again, clearly and firmly.
Nigel snapped.
"Lorraine, is something wrong with your head?"
"I work myself to the bone every single day for this family, and you want a divorce because you didn't get a seat at the dinner table?"
"Eight years together, and you're throwing it all away over one meal? Don't you think you're blowing this way out of proportion?"