Love Fades Like Fireworks

On New Year's Eve, my husband promised me a fireworks show.

I stood by the river for four hours in the freezing sleet, my whole body numb with cold.

At 2 AM, he finally showed up in a brand new BMW, contemptuously tossing two hundred bucks in my face.

"Buy yourself some new clothes! Don't wear rags to the divorce - I'm ashamed of you!"

The rich beauty smugly flaunted her Louis Vuitton bag, seductively nibbling my husband's earlobe.

"Useless women are only good for warming beds. Unlike me - I give away cars and houses like it's nothing!"

I wiped away tears of humiliation and set off an entire box of cheap sparklers by myself.

Then with hands covered in chilblains, I made a phone call.

"Grandma, he failed the test. Mom and Dad's billion-dollar inheritance will have to go to me after all."