“There’s something I have to get off my chest.”
“What now?” She’d heard all his bullshit before – at least she assumed it was bullshit. Nothing he said when he was feeling guilty ever made sense.
“I think you should sit down.”
“Are you at least going to take your coat off?” He was still wet, dripping on the floor.
“I have to go back out.”
“Okay then, hurry up. I don’t have time for this today.”
“I’ve been seeing another woman.”
“Oh, that old thing again?” She didn’t believe him this time any more than she had the last three times he had confessed this same sin against their marriage.
“I’m leaving with her now. She’s out in the car.”
She tapped her foot. “Can you pick up milk while you’re out?”
A single tear fell from his cheek. “You just don’t get it, do you?”
“Actually, I was at the store just yesterday and I forgot.”
He stared at her, agape. “Do you even care?”
“Of course I do! I can’t have coffee without milk!”
He turned and stepped back out into the pouring rain, checking for his wallet.