Enough was enough. After four years of devoting1 herself to Ward2, Leah had given up. "I'm moving to New York," she said. He couldn't believe it. He begged her to give him one more chance. She said she had already given him "one more chance" too many times.
"I asked you to marry me, but you said you weren't ready to get married. You're 50 years old—when will you be ready!? I asked you to find us an apartment, so that we could live together; you didn't. As a nervous realtor, I asked you to stay with me when I had to sit in open houses by myself on weekends. You didn't. I asked you to help my son find a scholarship3 or grant4 so that he could attend a good college. You didn't. Shall I go on?"
He said he got the picture.
