At our class reunion, my husband Levi, in order to help his pure love complete a Truth or Dare challenge, reduced the robot mother I had spent ten years meticulously creating to a pile of scrap metal.
By the time I arrived, he was still criticizing the robot mom for being too lifelike, claiming it had terrified his pure love.
Shaking with anger, I confronted Levi: "You knew how important this robot was to me. Why would you do such a thing?"
Levi replied with a dismissive look: "It's just a robot after all. If you could make the first one, surely you can make a second. What if Meadow, with her weak heart, had been scared to death?"
But what he didn't know was that the crucial components had been destroyed, making it impossible for me to create a second one.