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

pay for their own share.”

David stepped toward me, lowering his voice.

“That’s enough.”

“No, it’s just getting started.”

I went to the fridge and opened it.

The pink labels were still there.

But now there were more.

On the milk: “Chloe.”

On the ham: “Chloe.”

On the cheese: “Chloe.”

On the pack of bread: “Chloe.”

On the pot of baked beans: “Chloe.”

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