He Wanted to Erase Our Marriage at Dinner

and glass.

I cried then. Not cute crying either. Ugly, snorting, furious crying with one contact lens halfway sliding out of my eye.

Robin handed me a dish towel because she never has tissues where you need them.

“Guest room’s ready,” she said. “You can tell me tonight or tomorrow or next year.”

“Tonight,” I said. “If I wait till tomorrow I’ll edit it.continue reading …