He Flipped the Table Over an EggChapter 1
All because of a single egg, my husband, Eric Johnson, flew into a rage, flipped the table, and pinned me to the floor. The children I’d once guarded with my life just sat there, eating in silence, not even looking my way. I endured Eric’s outburst without a word. After cleaning up, I handed him a set of divorce papers with bruised hands: “Let’s get divorced. I’ll walk away with nothing.”
“Why don’t I have an egg?”
At dinner, Eric slapped the table hard, scowling as he snapped at me.
I was stunned.
He’s never liked eggs.
Why bring it up today?
I patted my nephew’s head, telling the child not to be nervous or afraid.
Smiling, I explained to Eric, “You never eat eggs, so I give them to the kids. I made your favorites—shrimp and abalone. If you want eggs, I can boil one now.”
He’s mildly allergic to eggs; usually, he won’t go near them, and seeing one on his plate used to set him off.
His temper tonight came out of nowhere.
Still, I didn’t think much of it.
After his career took off, Eric’s temper got worse.