I’m Done Being Your Rock

My wife, Stella Bentley, was a talented artist who had always been emotionally distant. It took me five long years to finally make her my wife.

To be with her, I turned my back on my parents and my family, giving up everything I had to follow her to Varenne.

During the day, I washed dishes in the kitchen of a fine dining restaurant. At night, I worked at a bar. I survived on three or four hours of sleep a day, all so I could afford Stella's art supplies and help her open her own studio.

But on the day of our seventh anniversary, I decided to divorce her.