“Are you leaving him because I told you to?”
“Why do you think everything is about you?”
“Because to me, everything is about me. It is a natural fucking human perception of the world. Now is it my fault that you are leaving that guy and taking his kid?”
I fiddled with my wedding ring, still on my finger. “I hate it when you cuss at me” I mumbled. “It is so rude.”
“There is something about you, Odette, that makes guys want you to be happy. You just made me feel bad for cussing. I never feel bad for shit like that.”
I smiled at my fingers. I wondered if I should take my ring off after I told Chris we were over. It was so pretty, with a large diamond on the front that had scratched Zoe a couple of times.
“I can’t replace him” he said.
“As if you could.” I said.
We sat there in silence.
I suddenly realized Chris’s worth.