“Don’t make it sound worse than it was.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“It was hair, Sofia.”
My mouth fell open.
He actually said it.How-To, DIY & Expert Content
“It was hair.”
I slowly looked down at the pieces covering my bed.
Three years.
That was how long I had been married to this man.
Three years of cooking meals I was too tired to eat.
Three years of working late.
Three years of paying bills.
Three years of listening to his mother criticize everything from the way I folded towels to the way I dressed for work.Hair Care
And now he was standing there telling me it was only hair.
Margaret folded her arms.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to your manager and handing in your resignation.”Pregnancy & Maternity
I thought I had misheard her.
“You want me to quit my job?”
“Yes.”
“My job?”
“The job that has poisoned this marriage.”Marriage
