She Faked Everything to Trap Me

On my wife's birthday, the dinner table was ringed with people. There just wasn't a seat for me.

"You've been running around all day. You must be tired."

"Go keep the baby company first. Come to the table later."

Tired wasn't the point. The baby wasn't the point.

The point was that this table had no place for me.

The wet apron balled up in my fist felt like it was burning. I swallowed the anger and made myself speak.

"Jacqueline Henson, you know I've been working alone all day. And now I don't even rate a seat at the table?"