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He long believed there was an equilibrium in their relationship. A balance. Yin-Yang if you will.
There were times when he felt he was not pulling his share but she didn’t seem to notice. They enjoyed each other’s company. The sex was good. Sometimes very, very good. They worked in different fields and though she earned more, he never thought he was in competition with her.
So he was surprised when he got home from work one Friday and found she’d taken her clothes and left a note. It wasn’t, when he thought back on it, a bitter note. Nor was it angry. It was as matter-of-fact as one could imagine.
Short, too. It was sitting on the island that was just installed as part of the renovated kitchen. She’d been the impetus to the improvement, and he kept as far from the planning and construction as he could. He let her go out early on Saturday mornings to meet some contractor at Home Depot. Watched the Yankees while she sat at her laptop in a corner of the den sighing at tiles or wallpaper or lighting. Fridges and stoves.
It was, he admitted when it was done, quite a nice kitchen. And it was on that quite nice island that her note sat. It was on her powder blue stationary. He grabbed it for her at a Hallmark store during his lunch break a few years back when he remembered he had forgotten her birthday. That and the card. It was in her nice, Catholic girl script.
It took him months to actually use the kitchen. Delivery mostly. Paper plates. Plastic utensils. And lots of beer.
The note was on the Sub-Zero fridge. He sometimes re-read it. He wondered how he could have been so wrong about her.