Things Nino hates about me: I yell. I’m ungrateful. I threw things when we were married.
Things I hate about Nino: That he left.
Five years ago
I supported the kids after the divorce, so he’s always had save-the-world jobs that pay almost nothing. But he came to the farm every weekend to see the kids.
Once he had to skip two weekends for a work trip. I said, “Are you going to Europe?”
“No,” he said. “Georgia.”
“For two weeks? For what?”
“It’s actually just one week, but I’m taking the bus there and back because our research doesn’t have a lot of funding.” I told myself it’s ridiculous that he can have a job that does not pay enough to support a family. I told myself my kids are never working at a job where time is so undervalued that you travel by bus.