No one deserves a husband like mine. Everything can seem perfect—love, family, routine—until disaster blindsides you.
After a long day of chores, I sent the kids upstairs for a moment of quiet before dinner. That’s when it happened. My husband was chatting with coworkers he’d brought home unannounced.
“Take a page from my book,” Ethan bragged. “I figured it out—marry the ugly one for the housework and kids, take the pretty ones on vacation. I know what I’m doing.”
Then he acted like nothing was wrong. I wanted him to feel the pain he caused. The next morning, he left with his usual goodbye. I smiled, shut the door, and thought: Okay. Your move. Now mine.