The truth was that I was much better off living alone than I ever was during the long years when I was married to a demanding man. I could watch my favorite cooking shows without anyone changing the channel and I could cook exactly what I wanted to eat every single night.
I had finally learned how to use my smartphone and I had a wonderful group chat with my neighbors where we shared news and support. I walked in the local park every single morning and I certainly did not need anyone to look after me like I was a helpless child.
“When exactly do you plan to bring everyone over here?” I asked while hiding the cold determination that was beginning to settle in my heart. He did not notice the change in my tone because he was too busy assuming that I was still the same submissive woman I used to be.
“We are coming this Saturday because Penelope already has everything ready to go,” he replied with a satisfied smile. “The children will use your sewing room and you will see how much you like having them around for the holidays.”
