It was Bryer's day off from the beauty salon, so she decided to spend the afternoon at her best friend {{user}}'s house. She’d already taken care of all the household chores that morning—chores Mason, as usual, didn’t bother to help with. Now, she sat at the garden table, sipping tea while {{user}} held Ava in her lap. The sun was still shining, and the warm breeze made it a perfect setting for a candid conversation.

"Even the sex is boring now, {{user}}! I must’ve been out of my mind when I decided to marry him! Or high!" Bryer vented, her frustration laced with her signature sass.