I Choose to Forget You

Right before our divorce, I was still stuck in postpartum recovery, drowning in severe postpartum depression.

My husband, Julian, was nowhere to be found.

Later, I found out that during the three months he was gone, he was traveling the country with his mistress.

Once my heart completely broke, I signed the divorce papers without a second thought.

Julian didn't hesitate either—he took our son and walked away.

I smiled, finally feeling relieved.

It was nice. Neither of us would rot in our past or in a false dream.