Chapter Six
My Wife
My wife had been acting strangely for about a month but, as I had been somewhat occupied having an affair with a girl from my work I hadn’t really been paying the kind of attention that I should have. When I walked through the door Friday night at 10 o’clock after being with my lady and claiming to my wife that I was working late it finally hit me full force that she was seriously pissed off at me. I tried to act as if nothing was wrong.
“Hi, baby,” I said cheerfully. “How was your day?”
She glared at me and said coldly, “Don’t you hi baby me, Mark.”
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I said.
“And don’t sweetie me either,” she snapped.
“Marcia, did I do something wrong?”
“Mark, I want a divorce.”
“What?”
“Mark, do you think I’m stupid?”
“Marcia... ”
“Or blind?”
“Mar
