The Pull-Tab Ring, The Cost of Forgetting

I sponsored a female student from a low-income family through her MBA, never imagining she would become my husband Connor's assistant.

Under the spotlight, my husband and she danced intimately, kissing in front of everyone.

During our eight years of marriage, I had sold my design patents to help him launch his business and given up my career to become a full-time homemaker.

Our son was seriously ill in the hospital, yet he hung up on me without a second thought.

A few days later, I delivered the ring made from a soda can pull-tab to the birthday party he was throwing for his assistant.

“Let's get a divorce.”