After my husband left, I was reeling from the shock of his callousness. One day, he called to let me know that he was leaving the country with ‘her’.
I asked one final question, “So I just need to know. Did the ’till death do us part’ vow mean anything at all to you?”
I was NOT prepared for his response. It threw me for a loop! He began his response with a loud condescending sound effect and said:
“Pfffft!!”… That was 30 years ago!”
Well, there you have it friends. Now I knew! That was what I’d been smelling in the refrigerator but couldn’t find for the past few years. It wasn’t the milk. It was our marriage vows.