Sorry, Ex-Husband, There would be no Ninth Marriage

My husband Brandon married me eight times, and divorced me eight times for the woman he truly loved, but there wouldn't be a ninth time today.

"Let’s divorce. Your first love is here."

When we first married, I foolishly fell in love.

But every time she returned, he discarded me: "I won't tolerate you throwing a hysterical fit just to get my attention."

The first few times, I cried and begged him to choose me.

By the third divorce, he had security dragged me from his office, tossing the papers at my feet. My tears, my begging, my public humiliations, all fed into the same cruel cycle.