The Crumb in the Passenger Seat

Summary

In the fifth year of our marriage, I asked Ethan for a divorce.

The reason? I found potato chip crumbs on the passenger seat of his car.

He had a strict rule: no eating in his car. Ever.

He scoffed at me. "You’re throwing everything away over that?"

This time, I didn't look down. I didn't fold.

I looked him dead in the eye and said with absolute clarity:

"Yes. Over that."