Your Obsession Destroyed You
Language: en
At the company's annual gala, my wife, the CEO, suddenly called. She asked me what I was doing. "Washing your underwear, of course," I answered, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "What's up? I have to put these in the dryer when I'm done, and then I need to give the baby his bath." A wave of laughter and applause erupted from her end of the line. The call ended abruptly. She didn't come home until late, reeking of a nauseating mix of alcohol and perfume. I got up to make her some soup to sober her up. She grabbed my hand, her eyes bloodshot. "Robert, where's your spine?…