"Behind my back." His eyes faltering a little, turned darker, yet he kept his stance strong and defensive.
"I told you, I had no choice." Slowly, my words started coming back to me, my head starting to clear. "Oh no." I shook my head in warning.
"You had a choice. You just made the wrong one. And that is going to cost you, a lot." A new rage seemed to find me, devour me whole.
I held my left hand up and violently tugged at my ring finger, throwing the rings onto the glass mirror, harshly, until they landed, broken, in a small pile, in the trash can. The mirror cracked loudly, and I saw our reflection in the cracked mirror. Just what our marriage was. I smiled, cynically, and then looked at him one last time, before walking out.
Why don't you get it? I can never be good for you! I am worthless" I said trying to hold in my tears. There was no way he was going to see me cry.
"They are beautiful to me. I don't see a single reason why you should hate them" he said moving his wheel chair closer to where I stood.
"This" he said bringing my hand where I had some faint scars and kissing them. "Would always be a story to me of how you survived."
He looked at me. There were no lies in them, just his pure truth.
"I love you Aren" he said. For the first time since anyone said that to me, I believed it.