Barbara began to laugh. “You will rue the day you put me through this sham of a marriage!” She vowed to send this shallow shell of a man, this dense idiot packing. Barbara was about to spiral out of control but felt a robust icy draft behind her. She turned and immediately felt the wind cutting into her eyes something fierce. The rage turned to tears as she turned around again to sop them up. You’d think this would have been a signal to Mr. Numbnuts to do something sincere, but no. He just kept drinking his craft beer. Dumbass.