Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

“I said I was sorry at the table. What more do you want me to say?”

“I do not want you to say anything,” I said. “I want to sit here and finish my coffee.”

He stood there for a moment, his shoulders slumped in a way I had never seen before. Without the sharp humor and the constant criticism, he seemed smaller, like a coat that had lost its lining.