The Week of Laughter and Tears
My week of peace and quiet was over.
A week ago, I had just moved out when my husband bombarded me with calls, demanding I return the ibuprofen, claiming Marsha had a stomachache.
"How about you rub it for her? Consider it a perk," I retorted before blocking him.
He still dared to speak to me in such a condescending tone? Did he think I would tolerate it? I hung up immediately.
A few seconds later, the phone rang again. Joey's tone was much softer this time. "Where's the dryer, the dehumidifier, and all our clothes?"
"I took them. Is there a problem?"
Silence on the other end, then an eruption of fury. "Rose, how could you..."
"I bought them. Is that reason enough?"
"That's not the point! I'm warning you, bring them back right now! Hello? Hello? Why
