The Ex Who Never Left

Synopsis

My husband had been torn apart by his ex-girlfriend. At our daughter's birthday celebration party, one of our mutual friends brought up his ex again. He gritted his teeth and sneered, "I've got a kid now, and Stella is still single. A cold, heartless woman like her? She'll die alone, for sure." My hand tightened around the beer bottle I was holding, my knuckles turning white. He continued, "Missed a guy as caring and attentive as me? She will never find another one like me in a million years. She deserves to end up lonely and bitter." I couldn't take it anymore. The only thing stopping me from smashing the bottle over his head was the thought of the murder charge. Instead, I grabbed the plate of steak off the table and dumped it right on top of my husband's head. Greasy sauce dripped from his hair down his neck. He stared at me, completely dumbfounded. "Leon Turner, that's the seventy-second time you've mentioned your ex-girlfriend," I said, furious. Leon's face crumpled in fake hurt. He was trying so hard to hold onto his "devoted husband" image, even while holding back his anger. Then he tried to explain. "Babe, is it postpartum rage or something? Seventy-two times? That's so specific, like you've actually been counting. There's nothing to be jealous of. That's all ancient history. Just saying her name now makes me sick." To emphasize his point, he even spat on the floor in disgust. I couldn't be bothered to argue anymore. I grabbed the microphone from the emcee and announced the divorce right there in front of everyone.