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“I slept with another woman, okay?”

The words thrown at me so carelessly, so callously, alhout my beautiful kitchen Or azine-worthy kitchen, with its gray wood flooring, glass-fronted white cabinets, and pristine white marble countertops, is full of homey accents, stocked with food, dishes, and appliances, and full of o We always saved our irls wouldn’t hear No, the kitchen isn’t hollow or cavernous, so the words my husband just shouted wouldn’t echo the way it continues to do inside my mind

“I slept with another woman, okay?”

“I slept with another woman, okay?”

“I slept with another woman…”

“…slept with another woman…”

“…another woman…”

I s, frozen, unable to even dropa whisk,bowl as I was in the irls’ favorite peanut butter chunk cookies

I’ Did I hear hination—tells me I did But inside my head, as I try to actually process what he just toldcircle of death I need someone to Control, Alt, Delete iveand needs to be rebooted