The break-up came while I was standing at the kitchen sink, hands submerged in hot, soapy water.

It was totally unexpected. I could not believe what I heard.

I’d thought our relationship was perfect these last few years. First thing every morning, she made me smile. She smelled fantastic. She felt great in my hands.

It was to be no more. I’d have to start my days with a new amor.

The handle had broken off my favorite ceramic coffee cup. I thought she was perfect. Big enough to allow me enough java for my daily sit down to write this blog. Heavy enough to offer continued warmth and comfort. Plain and simple, tall and beige, handle big enough to enclose my stubby fingers.

Gone in a sickening crack. Split in two.

Now our matching husband-and-wife pair of coffee mugs was down to one. Whoever got up first had first…