For a brief moment I imagined throwing the freshly brewed coffee straight into his smug face. Another part of me wanted to walk out the door, slam it hard enough to shake the walls, and never look back. Instead I stood still, inhaled slowly, and surprised even myself with the calmness of my voice.
“Please repeat that,” I said quietly.
Calvin sighed and finally looked up, clearly irritated that I had interrupted whatever he was scrolling through on his phone.
“Come on, Natalie, do not make it dramatic,” he said with a dismissive shrug. “My mother is recovering from a fall and she cannot stay alone right now. You spend all day at the office anyway, acting like some corporate executive.”
Outside the kitchen window a soft October rain was falling over the narrow streets of our neighborhood, coating the sidewalks with a faint gray shine. I stared at the man who had shared seven years of my life, the man with whom I had built a family, raised a child, taken out a mortgage, and made plans for a future that suddenly felt uncertain.
For the first time in a long while I realized I did not recognize him.
“Calvin,” I said slowly while placing the coffee pot down on the counter, “I am the marketing director of a company that generates hundreds of millions of dollars in annual revenue. I manage eight employees and I am responsible for a campaign project worth more than four hundred million dollars.”
He shrugged again with complete indifference.
