Ted pulled out the divorce papers and stared at them. His x’s were still there, the blanks were still blank. “What do you think you’re doing? Exactly what?” he said. And the answer, the one that was important above everything else, ran through my body and fell from my lips: “You can’t just pull me out of your life and throw me away.” I saw what I wanted: his eyes, confused, then scared. He was hulihudu. The power of my words was that strong.
