From Savior To Scapegoat

l I rescued from the streets, even secretly sacrificing all my personal savings and hi

oked me in the eye at our wobbly kitchen table: "Eth

orce papers at me, demanding a "clean break" with the cold efficiency of a corporate cut, then walked out to her new life, leaving behind the unto

on a snowy street, laughing as she called our home "pathetic." My heart, which had endured her constant complaints about our small lif

omb: "I paid her," I revealed, "I took the last five thousand dollars from our house fund, money I earned working nights in a freezer warehouse, and I paid her to walk away so that you could have your dream job." Her world, built on