Divorce

I stopped explaining. Stopped folding notes into doves. Lit matches— not out of anger, just to see what would burn and what would follow. Held the line. Held it higher. Watched him trip and told myself that’s not my fault. I sleep well. I eat better. I say no without flinching. But lately when someone walks away, they look at me like I’m the story they’ll tell about good people gone wrong.