It was the toothpaste smeared around the sink that broke my marriage. As I rubbed it away AGAIN, I was reminded of everything else I’ve put up with these twenty-five years. My husband’s obsession with his pension, his ability to charm me into every single one of his ideas, never being taken on a romantic date, let alone ravished on the patio (like the woman who lives next door)… small things, but … things, but the realisation was huge. Just when Lucy Jones thinks her marriage is about to screech to a halt over toothpaste, her husband, Leo, announces he…
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