A Hundred and Eight

Sydney rejected my touch with a look of pure disgust for the 108th time. It was the 99th time she asked for a divorce.

"You are already forty, and you lost your touch a long time ago. Without me, you are absolutely nothing."

"I have always been like this. If you can't stand it, then let's just get a divorce."

I sat alone in the hospital room. I was holding photos of Sydney vacationing in Cabo with her childhood sweetheart, while my mother-in-law lay lifeless in front of me.

This time, I didn