I stood there, staring at my husband’s desk. I should’ve known it’d be too good to be true. Neat-freaks and scatterbrains aren’t opposites. They don’t attract. They repel.
You should’ve seen hubby on our wedding night. Three tall glasses of wine and a conga line, he still looked better than my half-drunken-bride-look. “I should’ve known.” I mutter, “Today of all days – our fifth wedding anniversary,” and he left me for another woman.
Well, I guess you don’t need this stuff anymore. In a fit of rage, I pushed everything on his desk into the garbage can. Good riddance and goodbye, husband.