I put a la:xa:tive in my husband’s coffee before he went out to see his lover… but what happened next was worse than I imagined.

He ran a hand over his face.

“Because I realized something today.”

I waited.

“If it takes a la:xa:tive to remind me I’m married… then I was already too far gone.”
Silence filled the room.

Not comfortable.

But… honest.

I exhaled slowly.

“Next time,” I said, “I won’t use laxatives.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“No?”

I met his eyes.

“No.”

A pause.

“I’ll just have your suitcases waiting at the door.”

For the first time in a long time…

He had nothing to say.