Let Her Go When Love Dies

Summary

My wife, Hannah Mackinnon, was the most celebrated genius artist of our time. She also had a profound emotional disorder.

Once, when I accidentally fell down the stairs, I called out to her for help.

She simply asked, "Why are you always bothering me?"

Then, she elegantly stepped over my body in her high heels and walked away.

In that moment, I understood. A heart made of ice can't be thawed. So I stopped trying.

The ninety-ninth time she asked for a divorce, I said, "I agree."

Hannah froze.

"What did you say?"

I slid the signed divorce agreement across the table to her.