“Because you know him so well? Sweetie, he ditched you for me. So while you’re standing in a glass house, perhaps you shouldn’t throw stones. If you want to hang out in here cleaning up after him, go right ahead. I’m going to have a shower. He’ll be joining me, so maybe you could do me a favor and tell him to bring in a towel.” I moved toward the bathroom door, silently giving myself a high five for not being a complete and utter doormat. It might not have been the most cutting of comebacks, but it was probably as good as I was going to get.
