My husband skipped our 15th anniversary dinner to watch soccer with his friends. When …

he said, as casually as if I had asked what he wanted from the grocery store, “I’m watching the match with the guys.”

For a second, I couldn’t speak.

“The match?” I repeated.

“Yeah. It’s the semifinal. I told Mark I’d stop by after work.”

My hand tightened around the phone. “Austin, we’re supposed to be celebrating our anniversary.”

Another pause.

Then he continue reading …