The Luxury of Walking Away
Language: en
My wife came home from her best friend’s destination wedding in Cabo and cried until three in the morning. They weren't tears of joy. She was crying because she felt cheated by marrying me. "Her husband makes the exact same base salary as you," Samantha choked out between ragged sobs, her face buried in a silk pillow. "Why did she get a cliffside villa and fireworks over the Pacific, while I got a country club banquet room with rubbery chicken?" What she conveniently left out was that her best friend, Vanessa, was a senior director pulling down two hundred thousand a year. Vanessa had…