Dear Ex, Try Again When you are Rich

d home gazing at a pile of dirty cookware

dows, brightening the shining su

ra oomph behind my elbow, I scrub at the stubborn stain that has made an annoying g

life I wanted, the reality I live. This isn't what I wanted. I thought marryin

late my voice as I wipe my hand

rrounded by remains of a life that is supposed to be our dream. "I d

'm tired of living like this your maid. I thought marrying you would mean a

ing you can do about it? Remember your family married you to me and you were hap

what you have to say? Is this what you will say? I want a partner, someone who would love m

would never have in the next twenty years" he says, his voice flat, devoi

s my eyes brim over. "I feel trapped in a golden cage. I thought you would love

cing himself for a storm. "You're being melodramatic, Rachel. You don'

from him. "I can't believe you would say that," I say w

ou," he says back, gaze drifting to the screen ag

try to find words to s

e with the dishes,

torm out of the kitchen into our bedroom sanctuary that now feels like my jail.

g of the environment surrounding me, taunt me. What have I done? I have sold my dre

pair. This needs to change. But as the echoes of our conversation replay i