A Borrowed Sweater, A Broken MarriageAfter coming home from buying fresh produce at the farmer's market, I began prepping the ingredients and making lunch.
As soon as I was done with my tasks, my husband, Jeremy Tate, came home.
"A pipe in Chloe's home has burst. Hurry up and help her out. It's difficult enough for a single mother like her to handle such problems."
I took off my apron and went to Chloe's place to unclog her pipes. Then, I mopped up the stagnant water before proceeding to comfort her frightened child.
Once I finally dragged my exhausted body home, I saw Jeremy handing over my daughter's sweater to Chloe.
"Don't stress yourself out, Chloe. It's not like Eliza can still wear this anyway. This sweater is perfect for Lily."
As I stared at the sweater, I suddenly spoke up. "Let's get a divorce, Jeremy."
He looked at me in disbelief. "You want a divorce over an old sweater?"
"Yeah. Precisely."