He Loved a Stone Goddess More Than Me

When I finally said "divorce," the room fell silent.

Carter, my husband, kept a half-naked goddess statue in his art studio, a room I was forbidden to enter. Two months after I gave birth, he became obsessed with drawing that statue, locking himself in there 29 days a month. He never flinched when our newborn cried.

I had had enough. I wanted out.

My father-in-law, Richard, seemed confused, asking if I was divorcing over Carter spending a little too much time on art. I stared back: it was about that statue.