With a Broken Arm and No Support, I Took Back My Life: A Marriage Lesson, a Divorce Lawyer, and a Fresh Start
That night, with my arm in a cast and my husband acting like my pain was an inconvenience, I realized I was done.
I called her.
“I’m ready,” I said.
There was a pause, then a gentle, professional tone.
“Okay,” she replied. “Tell me what you need.”
I explained the timing.
I asked if papers could be delivered in a way that kept me safe and avoided a private confrontation.
We arranged it.
And then I sat at my kitchen table in silence, feeling a strange calm settle over me.
The party looked perfect, and that was the point
The next day, the cleaning crew arrived while Jason was at work.
