I caught my husband texting with his coworker

kids, cleaning up your messes, planning your birthday party, you were texting her how pretty she looked in that stupid green dress?”

He falters. “That was— That didn’t mean anything.”

“It meant enough to delete it.”

He falls silent.

I walk past him to the kitchen. Start clearing dishes, because someone has to. He follows.

“So what now?” he asks.

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