and asked where his KitKat was.
I confessed immediately.
That was 13 years ago.
We’ve now been married for 10 years, and he still brings it up like I committed a serious betrayal. Any time I mention trust, he says, “Trust? You ate my KitKat.”
I have apologized many times.
Apparently some wounds heal slowly, and some are wrapped in red foil and kept in the refrigerator.