Ezoic
He called me emotional. He said it in mediation, in the courthouse hallway, in emails his lawyer forwarded to mine. Nicole is being emotional about the property. Nicole’s emotional attachment to the residence is not a legal argument.
I believed he wanted to erase every part of the life we’d built. Sell it, split it, scatter it. Like none of it had ever happened.
Still, I’d never expected this.
Never. Not in a million years.
Brian could be cold. He could be cruel with his words, especially in that last year. But he’d never broken anything. He’d never thrown things or punched things. He was the kind of man who got quieter when he was angry, not louder.
Ezoic
I didn’t know the man who’d done this.
Or maybe I did. Maybe I just hadn’t wanted to.
My father arrived before I finished documenting the damage.
