The next morning, Aidan woke up expecting his usual hangover soup.
When he didn’t see it, he sulked, “You’re up this early and didn’t make anything?”
He treated me like a maid, but a maid got paid $3,000 a month. I’d served him for a decade and got nothing.
In the cloakroom, he yelled for me to dress him. Without me, he didn’t know which shirt to wear or which tie to match.
He enjoyed my care and service like a giant baby.
After he left for work, the wedding planner sent me a slideshow.
