People are always telling me how lucky I am to be married to such a great guy. Sure, he’s loving, witty, intelligent, handsome, charming, generous, kind, a good father, blah blah blah…but what people don’t know is how unfathomably cruel he can be. He has had multiple affairs, and just last night, he told me he wanted a divorce. Never mind that this has only ever happened in my dreams. It stings nonetheless.
This morning I met up with him in the kitchen.
“You look so beautiful,” he said to me, as if nothing at all had happened.
I crossed my arms and skewered him with my iciest stare.
“Quit trying to butter me up after what you did to me last night.”
His face fell and he said, “Oh no. Did you have another dream?”
“Last night in my dream you told me you wanted a divorce.”
He immediately started sputtering and stammering some nonsense about it not being his fault…
I held my hand up to stop him.
“After seventeen years of marriage and three beautiful children, I deserve better than this.”
I flounced off to feel pissy and aggrieved for the rest of the day.
Is that so wrong?