“IT’S TIME TO GET DIVORCED.”

Written in icing: “It’s Time to Get Divorced.”

Before I could even react, my phone rang again

The caller ID flashed, and it was Thomas. My hand was shaking as I answered. I didn’t know what to say. Was this his cruel way of breaking the news?

“Anna, thank God! Did you get the delivery? Please tell me you got the cake.” His voice was frantic, not like someone about to get a divorce.

“Thomas… I got a cake,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “And it says…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.

“What? What does it say? There’s been a mix-up! It was supposed to be a surprise from me.”

My heart was pounding. “It says… ‘It’s Time to Get Divorced.’”

There was a long silence on the other end, and then a strangled, half-choked laugh. “No. Oh my God, no! That was not for you. That was for Sarah. My business partner, Sarah! Her husband just moved out, and I ordered a ‘joke’ cake for her.”

I slumped onto the couch, relief washing over me so completely that I felt dizzy.Continue reading…