Replaced

“I’m going to replace you,” my wife told me.

“What are you talking about?” I said.

She tossed my suitcase onto our bed.

“You heard me.”

Not, we’ve got to work things out. Not, I’m seeing another man. She said it as if I were a dishwasher.

“I’ve outgrown you,” she said. “I’m ready for someone new.”

“You’ve just replaced the dining room table, your car, and the dog.”

“Yes.”

“So haven’t I given you everything you’ve ever asked for?” I said.

“Yes,” she said. “Please don’t stop now.”

for Weekend Writing Prompt