Leaving the Farce

Three days before our first wedding anniversary, I excitedly planned an anniversary trip for us.

Instead, my wife unilaterally changed our romantic getaway into an after-party for a young boy-band idol signed to her agency.

Under the scorching California sun, security barred me from the gates of our own marital mansion.

I called her dozens of times until my chronic stomach ulcer flared up in agony, yet she never showed up.

Meanwhile, the pretty-boy idol posted a cozy photo of the two of them