A Bad Story
Peter woke up. His wife was not in bed next to him. “Where are you?” he asked. He thought she was in the shower. She did not answer. She was not in the shower.
He got out of bed and went downstairs. His wife was sitting at the kitchen table. “Hi,” he said. “Hello,” she said. “How are you?” he asked. “Fine,” she said. “You weren’t home last night,” he said. She pointed at an elephant-sized suitcase in the corner of the room. “I’m leaving you” she said. Peter sat down. “Why?” he asked. “I’ve always been sweet as sugar to you. I thought we were rock solid.”
“It’s not you, it’s me,” she said. “I’m dating your best friend,” she said. Peter said, “How long?” She said, “Since our second date.” She jumped up like a kangaroo. “I’m leaving now. I’m taking the kids.”
“No,” Peter said.
“Sorry,” his wife said, “Bye.”
She walked out the door. Peter felt like there was a hole in his heart. He made some coffee. He drank his coffee. He wondered what he would tell his family.
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