It was a warm afternoon, and a neighbor had invited me over for a casual barbecue. My husband was out of the country for work, so I figured it would be nice to get out and enjoy the day.
The backyard was lively, filled with laughter and the smell of grilled food. The garden was beautiful, with a large fountain at its center, so I decided to take a quick picture to send to my husband—just a small way to share the moment with him while he was away.
But his response came back almost immediately, and it wasn’t what I expected.
I received a cold message from my husband: “Where are you?”
“At the barbecue, remember?” I replied, confused.
He asked, “That’s not our neighborhood. That’s his house, isn’t it?”
I realized too late that the backyard in the photo was my ex-boyfriend’s house. My husband had visited it with me before, and the details—the fountain, the garden—were too familiar.
“No, it’s not what you think,” I texted, but he didn’t believe me. His final message: “When I get back, we need to talk. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
It was a warm afternoon, and a neighbor had invited me over for a casual barbecue. My husband was out of the country for work, so I figured it would be nice to get out and enjoy the day.
The backyard was lively, filled with laughter and the smell of grilled food. The garden was beautiful, with a large fountain at its center, so I decided to take a quick picture to send to my husband—just a small way to share the moment with him while he was away.
But his response came back almost immediately, and it wasn’t what I expected.
I received a cold message from my husband: “Where are you?”
“At the barbecue, remember?” I replied, confused.
He asked, “That’s not our neighborhood. That’s his house, isn’t it?”
I realized too late that the backyard in the photo was my ex-boyfriend’s house. My husband had visited it with me before, and the details—the fountain, the garden—were too familiar.
“No, it’s not what you think,” I texted, but he didn’t believe me. His final message: “When I get back, we need to talk. I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
