I begged my husband 304 times before he finally agreed to accompany me and take my father on his final journey out to sea.
But as I stood on the shore, my father's temperature slowly ebbed away in his wheelchair.
I never even saw my husband's shadow.
His pure love social media post showed photos of them watching clouds on the prairie.
"Escaping the mundane world, as long as I have you."
My finger slipped and I accidentally liked it. He immediately messaged me demanding:
"How many times have I told you not to bother Estella? If you can't control your hands, let's get divorced!"
I've lost count of how many times he's threatened divorce.
I'm tired of hearing it.
"Fine, let's divorce then."