From Housewife To Boss Babe

Synopsis

Because my husband, Charles Newman, surprised me with a Hermès Birkin, I, Miriam Reed, asked for a divorce. He blinked, clueless. "What are you pitching a fit about now?" I gave him a look that even I couldn't soften. I said, "I told you last week I already bought that exact bag. Were you even listening? "If you had listened, you'd know I only wanted you to take half a day and shoot our wedding portraits with me." How hard was a photo session? Just four hours out of his calendar. Yet after six years of marriage, we still didn't have a single framed bridal photo. I had run every mile of this relationship, and I was still parked at the starting line of being valued. I set my phone down and repeated it. "Charles, I want a divorce. I mean it."