Farewell, Cruel Love

Michael Purnell and I had been together for nine years. In that time, we had gotten divorced ten times. The eleventh time, I followed him to a jewelry store where he helped his lover, Regina White, choose a diamond ring.

“She’s pregnant. Just pretend this is temporary,” Michael said calmly.

Without any hint of guilt, he continued as he said, “We’ll get married again in eight months.”

“Until then, move out. I’ll have your meals delivered to you every day.”

“Oh, and go sign the divorce papers. Regina is in a very delicate condition right now.