MILDRED

PROJECT PSYCHO HUSBAND

I lightly placed a soothing hand on the crook of my neck to ease the burning sensation and the bruise Enid's large palms caused.

Enid was mad. He was pretty mad and I couldn't understand why.

I was supposed to be mad at him. I caught him with another girl this morning and he didn't even bother to apologize. I had the right to be mad, not him.

Even though our marriage was just a big mirage, I deserved to be respected. I deserved to be treated with the slightest respect as being spoken to softly and Enid taking his affairs outside.

But here I was,...