ey's

ster bedroom, stepping into what

h hit me. It was a cheap, overwhelming floral pe

ard the massive, cu

he pillows haphazardly pi

lk pillowcase. A long strand of bleached blonde

uddenly feeling thin. They didn't just flaunt their af

efiled

gentle, submissive wife I had maintain

ne woke up inside me. My family didn't just heal the

room door, stopping to l

tion near the staircase. They wore no Dors

cenaries, paid directly

ere!" I c

the bedroom, lining up a

ress off the

heavy, custom-made mattress, gave it a brut

t the window

mattress over the railing and hurled it off the balcony. I watched as it

the duvet, and the

are, tossing the expensive

shoved his custom suits aside. Stuffed in the very back was a row of cheap, brightly c

ngers. I marched out to the balcony and threw them over the edge. The clothe

you doing?" a shr

nger sister, stood in

ants that I had paid for, her f

"You're acting like a hysterical, jealous housewife. Jack

htstand. A silver-framed wedding photo

letto came down hard on the glass, shattering it

easured and deliberate, stopping o

he took an involuntary step back, her

family. My name is the only one on the deed. I bought this house. I pay the

rom her face as her eyes darted from the st

look at the captain

line on that pile of trash and burn it all. I want