— Is it because she’s younger? You wanted a little girl?
— Don’t put yourself down, Polina.
— It was you who humiliated yourself with betrayal!
— I’d rather do without scenes.
— You wanted a second child with me. You said you dreamt…
— I said it. In the past tense.
My husband leaves us—with our son. Without regret. A door slam, like a shot to the heart.
I won’t cry.
But I also won’t let back in someone who left once. Even if he begs on his knees.