The message arrived on my cell phone when I was preparing dinner for Mateo. Darling, I won’t be home for dinner tonight. I have an important client meeting that will run late. I would have believed it like the last 12 times if I hadn’t seen the credit card notification on our shared account. Reservation confirmed. Angelo’s Trattoria. 21:00. Table for two. I felt an emptiness in my stomach as I stared at the screen. My 8-year marriage was crumbling before my eyes in the form of a simple bank notification. I took a deep breath. My heart hammered as if it wanted to escape my chest.
The message arrived on my phone as I was preparing dinner for Mateo. “Honey, I won’t be home for dinner tonight. I have an important […]