Is She Beautiful, My Husband?
Language: en
Ten years into my marriage, I had gotten used to being alone. I went to the hospital alone. I went to the movies and ate dinner alone. Even this afternoon, when I was rear-ended, I handled it alone. Staring at the birthday cake on the table, I called him. He declined the call. A text from Tom popped up. Two words: Working late. I lit the single candle, then blew it out. My phone screen lit up with a notification for a viral post. [From the driver's expression, guess if the person in the passenger seat is his girlfriend or his wife.] The top comment read, “Definitely a girlfriend. If my…