What does it take to wreck a marriage? Let us count the ways.
It’s usually the little things, the unimportant silly little things that do the trick. You’ll all know what I mean – the arguments about how to stack the dishwasher, who mislaid the car keys, the damp towel lying on the bathroom floor. The tiny imperceptible cuts from these oh so minor hurts that stack up. Slowly. Insidiously.
And then, a final stab.
For us it was the colour for the living room walls. She demanded ivory white, I screamed for citrus pale.
And now, bleakly, we no longer love.
This for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers.