12/08/2024
MY HUSBAND GRABBED THE THANKSGIVING TURKEY AND THREW IT IN THE TRASH!
It was Thanksgiving, and the house was alive with chatter and warmth. Our first home, a perfect housewarming. Everyone was here — my mom, my husband's parents, cousins, nieces, nephews. I'd gone all out — decorations, a feast, the smell of turkey and pies filling the air.
But then, I realized I'd forgotten the ketchup.
"No worries, I'll grab it," my husband, Mark, said, kissed my cheek, and left.
Thirty minutes passed. Then forty. No calls, no texts. Frustrated, I brought the golden-brown turkey to the table. Everyone admired it as I grabbed the carving knife.
Suddenly, the door slammed open. Mark burst in, panting, face pale. Without a word, he grabbed the turkey, ran to the kitchen, and threw it in the trash.
"MARK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I yelled, stunned. "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND?!"
The room fell silent. All eyes were on him. "WHY?" I demanded, still processing the absurdity of what had just happened.
He took a deep breath.⬇️