Old Vows Fade with the Wind
Language: en
In the third year of our marriage, I finally learned where I stood in Jennifer's heart. Her first love, Elliot, was ranked first. Elliot’s depression was second. Elliot’s ragdoll cat, Snowball, was third. I was ranked fourth, right behind the cat. When she flew overseas to accompany Elliot for his medical treatments for two weeks, she hired a professional pet-sitter to drop by and feed Snowball for a hundred and eighty dollars a day. For me, she left a locked basement door and a dismissive note: Just deal with it for a bit. By the fifth day, I was burning with a fever so intense I was…