The Divorce That Freed Her

I made my husband the scallops he'd always loved, a special dinner in the home built from my designs.

But when he came home from the firm that runs on my talent, he recoiled from my touch. He sneered at the food, claiming to hate seafood now.

He told me I was stagnant, unlike his young intern, Bria, who makes a simple steak.

His parents, our dinner guests, agreed. They told me a man's tastes evolve and I needed to keep up.

As if on cue, Bria arrived at our door, holding a steak for him. They sat her in my chair, and his mother told her she would make a wonderful addition to the family.