After I Broke My Leg, My Husband Refused to Drive Our Kids to School Because He ‘Couldn’t Be Late for Work’ – Then I Caught Him Picking up His Young, Pretty Coworker, so I Taught Him a Lesson

Adele said, “He makes it sound like you don’t let him help.”

I picked up one of Nicki’s socks.

“No?”

“I stopped asking.”

After we hung up, I opened the route app on my phone.

Home to school to Harold’s office.

Twelve extra minutes.

Then I entered Adele’s address.

Twenty-five.

I left both routes on the screen.

Harold came home just after six.

The girls were doing homework at the table.

He put his keys down.

“We need to talk.”

I turned the phone toward him.

“Why was twenty-five minutes for Adele easier than twelve minutes for them?”

He looked at the screen.

Sasha leaned across her math worksheet.

Nicki looked too.

“Way smaller.”

Harold closed his eyes.

“Thank you both.”