My Husband Laughed at the Anniversary Dinner I Spe…

“I’m fine.” I closed my laptop and stood, sliding my feet into my heels. “I just realized I’ve been wasting time on things that aren’t appreciated.

There’s cereal in the pantry.”

His mouth opened and closed. “Melissa, come on. Don’t be like that about last night.”

“I’m not being like anything,” I said, shrugging into my coat.

“You were right. I was being extra. So I’m stopping.”

I grabbed my bag.

“I have an eight o’clock meeting. I’ll be home late.”

That last part was a test. For seven years, “I’ll be home late” would have led to at least one follow-up comment.