time to put everything on the table. I’m with Sheila now.”
I stared at him.
Then he added,
“Honestly, honey, what did you expect? I’m not attracted to you anymore.”
Somebody behind me whispered, “Oh my God.”
I could barely breathe.
“How dare you? I’m your wife.”
Carl shrugged again.
“Oh, come on. To me, you’ve been more like a housekeeper for years. I want to actually live for myself now.”
For one second, the whole room went still.
Then Sheila laughed.
Just once.
As though Carl had said something clever.
Something sharp.
Something she was supposed to appreciate.
I looked at him.
“Twenty-three years. Two children. And that’s all I was to you?”
That finally made him hesitate.
“That’s not exactly what I meant.”
“You literally just said it.”
“I meant the marriage became routine.”
“Then say routine. Don’t call me your housekeeper.”
For the first time, Carl looked
