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 set both on the counter.

Then remembered she was gone.

Her suitcase was gone too.

So were her overnight bag, her favorite cardigan, half the bathroom drawer, and the little perfume bottle she had kept beside the sink since our third anniversary.

Twenty hours earlier, I had come home unemployed.