Thanksgiving Betrayal, The Red Flower Hickey

It was my birthday on Thanksgiving.

My wife, Rosalind, brought her lover home like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She expected me to serve them and cater to their every whim.

Because I spilled a drop of wine while pouring, she humiliated me in front of all the guests.

She called me a pathetic loser who couldn't do anything right.

In the past, I would have started a massive screaming match with her.

But this time, I just took the verbal abuse in silence.

I turned around and wa