I came home from work and my eyes immediately fell on the bathroom door. It was simply broken, the whole middle was knocked out, as if someone had smashed it with their fists.
Barely restraining myself, I called out to my husband:
-What happened to the door?
After his answer I just decided to file for divorce. Here’s why
I returned home after a typical workday, tired, with a bag of groceries in one hand and umbrellas in the other. Everything was quiet. I immediately sensed something was wrong.
As I approached the hallway, my gaze stopped on the bathroom door. It was…literally broken down. The entire middle was knocked out, as if someone had gone through it with their fists or… body.
Debris lay on the floor, and the smell of broken tiles and something else came from inside.
I froze. Then, holding back my panic, I called my husband:
-What happened to the door?
He walked out of the bedroom, scratching the back of his head as if it was a normal question.
– Oh, yeah… It’s a funny story. I accidentally locked myself in the bathroom. The phone was in another room. I started to panic. Well… and decided to kick the door down. It didn’t work right away.
I looked at him. Then at the door. Then back at him.
-You just…kicked down the door?
He shrugged:
– Well, what else could I do? I couldn’t get stuck there until you arrived?
– You come home only half an hour before me. When did you manage to do all this?
The husband just shrugged and said nothing.
I walked past him silently, took out my laptop, opened the browser and typed: “How to file for divorce online.” Because on the bathroom mirror, behind a pile of rubble, I saw a woman’s perfume that did not belong to me.
He probably didn’t have time to remove all of this because of the broken door.
