Three Years of Marriage Ended In Failure

Three years into our marriage, I found myself embroiled in my first major argument with Marvin Bogart.

Enraged, he called me a lunatic and unceremoniously threw all my belongings out the door.

I bit my lip, staring at him. "I'm really leaving, won't you miss me?"

He sneered, "Only the ghosts will miss you."

I chuckled softly; yes, only the ghosts would miss me.

Soon, I would become one of them.