Perspective

Kathryn. Kathy. Kat longed for January 29th to finally get here. It was the one day of the year that she truly fed what she considered a completely selfish but necessary indulgence. Spa Day.

Spa Day cost more than she would ever reveal to her girlfriends over lunch at white tablecloth clad Café Europa.

But they knew. They went themselves and soaked in the mineral baths, puckered in the cold rinses, rested like bread dough under the hot-stone massages and buzzed during the herbal infused facials. Besides, Kat would get coy and playfully try to change the subject moments after reminding everyone that her Spa Day was drawing nigh and that she was embarrassed at how much it cost.

But Kat deserved it. It was her intimate self-reward for driving the twins to games and practices, for finally re-decorating the family room now that the twins were older and putting up with all the petty bullshit as the treasurer of the neighborhood association.

Every year (since Dan left her for a sales rep with brand new boobs) for the past 9 years, after the holidays and after a week or two or three of her new diet or fitness program she just…

Needed…

To let…

Go.

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