I don't know whether I should feel more angry or sad. I mean, you were married to a man with hands and a heart as cold as ice for almost 20 years, you bore him two sons, made him a home, and now he just sends you off with nothing but your precious jewels and some caftans.
They're not really mine. Nothing is. Nothing is permanent. Not what you owe, not what you love, not even the things that you think will break you forever.