Off the Deep End

by Lucinda Berry

It makes people so uncomfortable when you say things like that out loud, but then I quickly remember he’s a forensic psychologist and thrives on hearing this awful stuff. The more hideous, the better, probably, so I don’t bother sugarcoating it.

I watched the way his eyes lit up when he was on the phone with her and how his lips made a half smile like he had to hold himself back from full-on grinning whenever they talked. I could tell when she’d embarrassed him with one of her texts by the way the red crept up the back of his neck while he read it, and the way he’d type and retype his

texts back, trying to compose the perfect one. I watched my husband fall in love with another woman right in front of me, and I did nothing.