ADVERTISEMENT
I never imagined that something as ordinary as a potted cactus could turn my world upside down. But it did. And not just in the symbolic, “life is strange” way. No, this was real. Tangible. My husband’s prized cactus — the one he called “The General” — shattered on the bedroom floor, and with it, the illusion of our marriage.
It all started on a quiet Saturday morning. The spring light was gentle, streaming into our apartment and giving everything a golden glow. John had left two days earlier for a month-long business trip to New York. At least, that’s what he told me.
Continue READING
ADVERTISEMENT
