## The hand

I had just gotten back from Bangkok – 5 days away from the hubby.

So when we were in bed, I was particularly tender and loving; cradling his arm while I was slowly dozing off.

Then he held my hand and funnily, I thought his hand felt unusually smaller than usual. So, I asked him what’s up with his hand.

He was like, what?

“No”.

“You didn’t hold my hand?”, I asked again.

“No. Go to sleep”.

At this point I swear I was on the verge of tears. I was like, don’t fuck with me!!

“I swear a hand held my hand!!!”

There was silence.

Longest fucking silence in my life.

Then he laughed.

My scumbag husband laughed.