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That day stunned her, and not just because it was the day after a beautiful evening spent celebrating their 10th anniversary. It stunned her because his words came out like shards of glass, directed and intentional, piercing through her; the immediate remorse that typically followed their ugly and cruel dances never came. It also stunned her because she found his invitation into violence frighteningly seductive. For a moment, just before she left, she was tempted to join in, to place her head in the door as if on a double-dare or laying her neck across a guillotine just to see if he would do it and to see how it felt; to make him sorry and to make him go to jail. She resisted the temptation the way she had resisted more tender advances as a young woman when she had had a few too many cocktails but managed to swim to the surface of her drunkenness long enough to see her situation clearly and leave before she did something she'd regret. 

For the first time in her life, Taylor had no plan. She didn't realize she was never going back to her husband when she ran out the door that day. Her moment of clarity above the tide of their mutual anger lasted only long enough to get her out of their house and into her car. When she pulled out of their driveway, she had no idea she would never come back or she would have paused for a moment to take one last look at the home they built together and intended to grow old in together but she had already dipped back below the surface, consumed once again, replaying their final fight in her mind over and over again as she drove away.