Woman sitting in bathtub with water

Work was traumatic. My frustration with constantly being asked stupid questions had reached its limit.

“Learn to do your fucking job!” I snapped at my boss.

Meeting with HR in the morning. I might be unemployed by lunch.

Tonight will be about self-care. I draw a bubble bath, pour myself a glass of wine, light a few candles, play smooth R&B from my phone’s speakers.

A knock on the bathroom door catches my attention. It’s my husband.

“We need to talk about what the lawyer said.”

I might be divorced by dinner.

I sink to the bottom of the tub.

© Nortina Simmons

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