![]() ![]() ![]() With her heart pounding in her ears, Rosie left the car and climbed the stairs to the kitchen door. ![]() Just another part of their marriage that should have signaled the end long before now. She would walk into the house like she did every single night, kick off her heels, and figure out dinner. She reached over and plucked her purse off the passenger seat, holding it in her lap as she considered the door just a few feet in front of the car’s hood. ![]() It was their scheduled night to fuck like the world was ending. Tonight was not only the night she would tell her husband it was over. His truck was parked at the curb outside their house, so Rosie knew he was inside, probably nursing a beer in front of the evening news. Rosie pulled her car into the garage and shut off the engine, keeping her hands on the steering wheel as she breathed in and out. With a chest full of crushed glass, Rosie leaned over the counter and checked the clock again. What happened to us? We used to love so hard. If she had more courage, she would tell Martha where to stick a bottle of Le Squirt Bon Bon. She’d become content to waste away in this perfume purgatory. His lack of faith and encouragement-his utter lack of acknowledgment-was holding her back. Maybe Dominic was the reason she couldn’t make the leap to step three of her aspirations. When was the last time she’d heard those words out of her husband’s mouth? ![]()
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