Three kids, a demanding job, and a husband who took me for granted clung to me like humidity.
I barely recognized myself in the mirror anymore.
Then David walked into the kitchen one Tuesday evening and slid a glossy brochure across the counter.
« Pack your bags, babe. I’m taking you somewhere nice. »
Twelve years of marriage had worn me down.
I stared at the picture of turquoise water and white sand, sure I’d misheard him.
« What is this? »
« Our anniversary. Ten days. Tropical resort. I already booked it. »
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