there was a metal basin out back and a garden hose. I washed outside like a pioneer while she sipped wine inside.
The next morning, I overheard her on the phone: “She thinks the shower’s broken. It works fine.
I just wanted to see what kind of girl she is. A little test.” I was stunned — and furious.
But I kept calm. Later that day,
karma arrived in the form of a plumber.
Josh’s mom had apparently decided to take a shower — in the very much functional bathroom — and didn’t realize the plumber had a key.
He walked in on her mid-rinse.
Josh’s dad, confused, said the only issue was the kitchen sink.
That’s when Josh finally realized the truth: “Wait… you lied?”
We left that night.
Josh didn’t speak to his mom on the way out.
He apologized for not standing up for me sooner. I just smiled and said, “Some tests backfire.” Because sometimes, karma doesn’t need help.
She just shows up — soaked, screaming, and caught red-handed in a towel.
