My wife's best friend, who had been by her side for forty years, died of cancer.
At the memorial service, my wife suddenly announced that she was going to marry her friend's husband.
Weeping, she said they had truly loved each other for years and hoped to spend the rest of their lives together.
She met our children's tears, our relatives' and friends' pleas, and my own begging with nothing but silence.
Watching the two of them clasp hands in the pouring rain, I felt every ounce of strength drain from me.
It turned out I had never won her heart. So what was the point of keeping her by my side now?
I walked out the door and handed my wife the signed divorce agreement.
"Fine. I agree to the divorce."
