After an Avalanche, We Divorced

After Mike ditched me on the ski slopes to chase after his old flame, I got swallowed by an avalanche.

I trudged through the snow for two grueling days and nights until I finally got a signal.

When I called Mike for help, his words cut me off before I could even explain, "Look, I'm slammed. Deal with it yourself and stop calling."

I could hear her voice in the background, "Who's calling, Mike?"

"Just some spam," he answered with icy detachment.

I stood there, phone in hand, baffled. Too busy for me, just busy cozying up to her?