Thank goodness we didn’t have kids. They’d run a mile from such a boring father!”
She leaned forward, her eyes cold. “Do you know what it’s like to sit at dinner parties while other couples talk about their travels, their adventures, and their lives?
“That’s not fair, Elise. I—”
“Last month,” she cut in, “I dyed my hair purple. Just the ends.
Wore it that way for three days.”
I blinked, confused by the sudden change in topic. “What?”
“You never noticed. Never said a word.
That’s when I knew for sure it was over.”
She stood up, gathering her designer purse. “Remo takes care of himself. He makes an effort.
He looks at me. He really does. And that’s what I need now.”
“The floor cleaner was also a message about our marriage, Johnny. I’m done trying to make it shine. I’m done cleaning up after this BORING relationship.
The divorce papers will be mailed to you shortly!”
The following weeks felt like drowning in slow motion. Every morning, I’d catch my reflection in the mirror. My bald head gleamed back at me.
And I heard Elise’s cruel words echo in my mind. I started noticing every gray hair, every wrinkle, and every sign of age that I’d previously ignored. Then one Saturday at the supermarket, I almost crashed my cart into Winona, an old friend from our neighborhood softball league.Continue reading…
