The waitress takes our untouched plates.
She's uncomfortable. “How about dessert?”
She's bleak. “We have cheesecake, tiramisu, or pumpkin pie.”
She's innocent, caught in the crossfire.
My husband squirms. “No, I think we're finished.”
I nod and place my ring on the empty table. “Yes. I think we finally are.”
Last round I wrote about a marriage beginning, and this time a marriage has come to an end.
It's not the same marriage, I promise!
Thanks for reading, and stay tuned for emotional roller coaster rides 😉
