I Chose Divorce When He Chose Her Sculpture

In the studio I was never allowed to enter, my husband kept a sculpture of a half-naked goddess.

Two months after I gave birth, he suddenly developed an obsession with painting statues.

He spent nearly every day—29 out of 30—in that studio. The floor was littered with discarded sketches like fallen leaves, and he never even came out to soothe our crying daughter.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I filed for divorce.

Everyone around me reacted with disbelief.

My father-in-law asked in confusion, “Is this just because Jason’s been painting every day in his studio?”