MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS TIRED OF “SUPPORTING” ME… SO I LABELED EVERYTHING I PAID FOR

grabbed a gray duffel bag.

David frowned.

“What is that?”

“Your clothes for the week. Your documents are in the front pocket. Your console, your sneakers, and your craft beers are in boxes in the garage. Anything not labeled as mine, you can take.”

“You’re crazy.”

“I’m organized.”

Victoria yelled:

“This isn’t over!”

“You’re right,” I said. “Tomorrow I’m changing continue reading …