It wasn’t supposed to be like that. She had predicted it would go that way, and unfortunately it had. The light in the kitchen streamed onto every surface and made evident just how lazy she had been as of late. The dust encased everything. How could that be? She thought outloud. And then she realized the trite symbolism of the messy room she stood in. She let the same thing happen to her relationship. After the novelty wore off of her newly remodeled kitchen, she let it go to pot. And that’s why her husband left her. Letting things rot.