I gave my husband one of my kidneys because I believed love meant sacrifice. I never imagined that saving his life would be the moment he decided to destroy mine.
Not long ago, I donated a kidney to my husband, Nick.
But just two days after the surgery, he weakly said, “You finally fulfilled your purpose. Let’s get divorced. Truth is, I can’t stand you. And I never loved you.”
I was still weak and groggy myself, my side stitched and aching every time I shifted in the hospital bed.
“Let’s get divorced.”
At first, I thought he was trying to be funny. I even gave a weak smile.