Clutching A Razor

Another successful dinner party at your house. Everything was perfect. The lamb practically fell off the bone. The guests had a blast. And the next party is already marked in everyone’s calendar. And yet, you wished you could’ve been anywhere but here. With anyone but your husband.

Blurring the line between love and hate has always been a game you both enjoyed playing. Maybe tonight will finally elect a winner.

TW: Mentions of dead father