He Asked for a Divorce at Dinner

His voice came in hot.

“What the hell are you trying to do to me?”

I kept chewing. It tasted like drywall.

“I’m eating toast, Thomas. Is there a reason you’re yelling?”

“Brenda got a notice from the school. They said Tyler can’t register for fall unless the outstanding sponsor file is updated.”

I sat up.

“What sponsor file?”

He exhaled hard through his nose.continue reading …