Dirty Dishes

My wife thought I had an affair when I stopped complaining about the dishes. The truth is I was just tired and she wasn’t going to change her habits, so I stopped complaining to give myself a break. I still loved her, but the change was too abrupt and she thought our 22 year marriage was finally losing its stability; like it was built out of loose matchsticks. Her accusations left her crying and my shoulders tense, so I left to do the dishes. I hummed to myself and scrubbed the large soup pot until it was almost new.

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