Wifey's Infatuation With the Intern
Our third wedding anniversary was coming up, but my wife, a programmer at a major tech company, suddenly claimed she had to work overtime to meet deadlines. She said she couldn't go on the trip we'd planned.
That very afternoon, however, her intern posted a video on social media.
My wife—the same woman who normally wouldn't even open a door for fear of chipping her manicure—was holding a screwdriver, repairing an old flip phone.
The caption read: [Having a programmer wife is the best. Even when Grandma's phone breaks, we don't need to pay for repairs.]
I chuckled, liked the post, and commented: [Right up her alley.]
Within minutes, the company group chat exploded. There were over ninety-nine unread messages speculating on when I'd finally snap.
Not long after, my wife called. Her voice was ice-cold.
"What was that comment supposed to mean? How is Shawn supposed to face anyone at work now?
"His grandma's phone broke, so I fixed it. What's the problem? Your parents have always spoiled you. You can't possibly understand real hardship.
"Delete the comment. I'll make it up to you over the New Year; we can take that trip then."
The New Year? I'd already waited through two other major public holidays. I'd even taken special leave for this trip, and she still bailed. Now she was dangling empty promises again?
I hung up on her.
My leave ended around the same time as our divorce cooling-off period.