The Face in His Phone

Summary

Married to Eric for ten years, and his phone was always "out of storage." He cleared his chat history every single day.

I told him to get a new one, but he'd always refuse, saying the old one worked "just fine."

And I believed him. Right up until the moment I discovered he’d deleted my messages and forgotten my birthday, yet somehow had space for over two thousand photos of him and a young colleague at a Halloween event at the amusement park.

That's when it hit me. The problem wasn't his phone's memory. It was that I was no longer worthy of taking up any of it.