When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.

I photographed it anyway, including the stained collar and the date on my phone.

Laura found a clean storage box so I wouldn’t have to keep looking at it.

Then we sat in her kitchen while rain tapped against the balcony railing.

“I’ve been avoiding you,” I said.

“I know,” she answered.

“I thought if I told you everything, I’d have to admit I couldn’t fix it.”

Laura stirred her tea.

“Maybe you don’t have to make fixing him your job.”