The Echo of a Life Lost

“On our seventh wedding anniversary, the Austin air thick with humidity, I stood before a newsstand. There, on the glossy cover of Austin Monthly, was Caleb Jones, a kid three years my junior, a junior aide from my wife' s campaign. "Caleb Jones: The Future is Now. A Star on the Rise." the headline screamed, words I knew Jennifer herself had written. Then, the gut punch: Caleb's Instagram post, "Making our private victories public. Thanks, Jen! This means the world!" I didn' t feel anger, not the hot, explosive kind. Instead, a deep, bone-chilling coldness settled in. The woman who was once my rock, who pulled me through crippling anxiety for years, the Jennifer I married, was gone. She was replaced by a stranger celebrating another man' s future on our anniversary, a stranger whose clothes carried the faint, hoppy scent of his beer. How could she so casually erase twelve years, seven years of marriage, with such calculated public celebration of another man, a boy she had known since he was an intern? Was this all a carefully orchestrated betrayal, a long-game strategy I was too blind to see? I looked at the generic cufflinks she'd given me, a last-minute thought, and remembered the dead cigarette flickering in my hand. The decision was made. I was done.”