I can’t believe that Matthew has left forever. It can’t be. He’s just wound up because of the mess in the apartment that I caused. I was definitely wrong to tear up and cut all his things. Matthew will cool down and come back home. We are a family, after all. And now we are going to have a baby. How can we even talk about divorce? Nonsense.
To keep from drowning in self-pity and depression, I start cleaning the apartment. I forbid myself to think about the scandal with my husband and his divorce filing. Matthew and I will definitely make up, and the empty fuss will only harm the baby.
I manage to abstract from the bad. I fully dive into household chores. I collect Matthew’s ruined things, sweep up the shards. There end up being several large bags of trash. Afterward, I go to the online store where Matthew usually buys things and order him new clothes: suits, ties, jeans, t-shirts. The courier will bring them in a few days.
