I Divorced My Wife Over a Car Wash Card
Language: en
It was our third wedding anniversary. I got a text from the car wash. The annual pass I’d topped up at the beginning of the month had already been used up. They were asking if I wanted to renew. I looked up at my wife, Sarah, who was massaging my shoulders. "Why are you getting the car washed every single day?" I asked. Her hands tensed for a split second. She laughed it off, a little too quickly. "The new project sites out in the country are all mud tracks. You know how I am about cleanliness." When I didn't say anything, she sighed and pulled out her phone, sending me three hundred…