My wife followed us in and said, “Don’t baby her. She needs to learn that actions have consequences.”
That was the moment I knew our marriage was over.
The divorce papers were already in my work bag. I had signed them earlier that day after weeks of watching her temper grow worse and wondering how long my daughter had been afraid in her own home.
I pulled the papers out and held them in front of my wife.
“We’re done.”
For the first time, she looked afraid.
Then she turned angry.
She knocked the papers away and said I couldn’t take “her daughter” anywhere. She claimed I was exaggerating and that she had only been disciplining our child.
I was already calling 911.
