I filed for divorce the day he threw away his stupid mug.

My husband had this one cherished possession: an old, beat-up mug he’d used for twenty years.

Coffee, tea, water – it was always in his hand, rain or shine.

For two decades of our marriage, that mug was a constant… until last week.

I found it tossed in the trash.

It was at my dad's seventieth birthday dinner that I dropped the bombshell: I wanted a divorce, right in front of all our relatives.

Everyone froze.

My mom grabbed my arm, her voice laced with disbelief. "Evelyn, are you out of your mind? You want a divorce just because Daniel replaced a mug?"