He beat me to the punch, and aside from some initial tears-I was relieved not to have been the first one to say it-I composed myself and asked him if he wanted to hang out until my flight home in a few days. He said yes and offered to take me to downtown Seattle. I had been dying to see the city since I was a little girl so his offer surprised and touched me. I was excited! Perhaps this divorce would be amicable. I grabbed my purse and jumped out of his moving car so he’d have no choice but to let me go. I ran for dear life, flagged down a cab, raced back to his apartment-it would never be ours-and took off in my rental car. I left everything behind and I felt free.
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