My Wife Left When I Lost My Job, Saying She’d Married a Provider, Not a Problem Three Days Later, She Demanded, ‘How Long Were You Planning to Keep This from Me?’

I showered.

Put on a button-down shirt.

Walked into the kitchen.

Opened the cabinet.

And reached automatically for two mugs.

Mine was dark green with a crack near the handle.

Marissa’s was pale gray with a tiny painted bird on one side.