I packed Jonathan’s favorite meal—lasagna, garlic bread, and tiramisu—hoping to cheer him up. However, the security guard at his office told me Jonathan hadn’t worked there in over three months. Shocked, I questioned Jonathan, who said he was working on a “promotion.”
The next day, I followed Jonathan to a run-down café where he met with several women. One woman said he “doesn’t appreciate real talent.” Confronting Jonathan with photos, he confessed he had quit his job to direct a play, using $50,000 of our savings.
“I can’t give up on my dream,” Jonathan insisted, but I demanded he cancel the play or face divorce. He chose the play, and I filed for divorce.
Months later, Jonathan’s play flopped. He apologized but our separation was final. I began focusing on my future, considering a move and even going back to school. When Jonathan called with a job offer in Chicago, I encouraged him to take it.
Despite the pain, I felt hopeful about new beginnings for me and my kids.
