Shattered Cup, Breaking the Marriage

At our Thanksgiving family dinner, Bennett brewed a mug of hot spiced ginger tea specifically for his stepsister.

This time, I didn't hold back. I smashed the cup onto the floor and demanded a divorce.

Bennett didn't know whether to laugh or get angry.

"Over a cup of tea?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Don't come crying back when you regret it."

We had been together for four years and married for two, yet his stepsister Cadence's shadow hung over every single corner of my life.

She was there on our dates