Hi Susan!
I want a divorce.
The realization hits me like the amp that nearly hit him, killing the remaining spark of hope I had for us.
Come to think of it, this time, even Superman flying in and carrying her away at the last moment probably wouldn’t help.
I hear the dismissive tone in his voice when he insults my intelligence and disregards my opinion.
I actually just happened to rewatch a couple of Ferengi-themed episodes of DS9 so that makes for an…interesting parallel.
God, I’m still justifying for him. I need to stop that.
I say the words out loud, brushing off his attempt to keep me silent: “You don’t speak for me anymore, Calvin. I want a divorce...not that anyone ever knew we were married.”
Well done! Sad but beautifully written
Michael