Old Vows Fade with the Wind

Summary

In the third year of our marriage, I finally learned where I stood in Jennifer's heart.

Her first love, Elliot, was ranked first. Elliot’s depression was second. Elliot’s ragdoll cat, Snowball, was third.

I was ranked fourth, right behind the cat.

When she flew overseas to accompany Elliot for his medical treatments for two weeks, she hired a professional pet-sitter to drop by and feed Snowball for a hundred and eighty dollars a day.

For me, she left a locked basement door and a dismissive note: Just deal with it for a bit.