The Day Love Died

storm of angry texts, of pleading phone calls. There was no

the way she liked it, with a specific amount of sugar she never acknowledged. I just made a cup for myself and sat in the

ock, the sharp, impatient sound of the door swinging open

demanded, as if I were th

rom my laptop. I was tracking the sales

didn't text. I was w

you? Or were you just angry t

ot on the counter. A small, petty detail, but

y pot off the counter. It shattered on the floor,

h you, Ethan?" she yelled.

I didn't raise my voice. I felt a strange sense o

ce even. "You're the one throwing things b

e my husband is suddenly tr

night of my professional life. You chose to be with Liam. You came home and called

we go again. The poor, neglected artist.

nner was for your future. I'm not p

whatever. I'm exhausted. I have a pr

h. She destroyed a piece of our kitchen, scr

" I

ped. "What d

e cabinet. There's milk in the f

ure of disbelief and rage. "I can't bel

that she'd pick at while answering emails on her phone. I remembered my own birthday last year, when I' d waited with a reservation at our favorite restaurant, only for her

ght the hope st

us," she said, her voi

The love I once felt had been eroded by a thousand small cuts, a tho

ng done,

frustrated scream. She grabbed her purse fr

d slammed the door behind her, leaving me alone with