She gave him a small smile. “I suppose you’re right. Anyway, I knew he was married, although he was getting a divorce. We all did, of course. He made no secret that it was a very bitter one. It didn’t stop me from feeling special when he’d compliment me on something I’d done, or tell me the blouse I was wearing was extremely flattering, or, you know. We became friends although it never went beyond that until about a week after the divorce was finalized and he asked me out. I was hesitant at first. I was afraid it was a rebound thing on his part. He convinced me it wasn’t and we began dating.”
“How did that go?” Zach asked.
“For a while it was fine. Then he became too controlling. You know, like telling me what I should wear or how to fix my hair. Little things that he said would show I w
