My husband files for divorce, and my 7-year-old daughter asks the judge, May I show you something that Mom does not know about, Your Honor?
The day my husband filed for divorce felt unnaturally still, as if the world had paused to watch us unravel. We’d been married nine years—long enough for love to settle into routine, for arguments to become predictable, for distance to grow quietly between us. We fought, yes, sometimes loudly, sometimes in exhausted silence. But nothing…