The Instagram Post That Crossed a Line
When I finally got the girls quiet again, I grabbed my phone.
Sam had posted a photo of our disgusting living room on Instagram.
He didn’t blur anything.
He didn’t hesitate.
The caption said:
“MY SLOBBY WIFE HASN’T CLEANED THE APARTMENT IN A MONTH. DOES ANYONE KNOW WHEN THIS IS GOING TO STOP?”
I stared at the screen like it was a joke I didn’t understand.
The comments were already blowing up.
Strangers calling me lazy.
Useless.
