A Three-Person Anniversary Is Two People Too Many

On our anniversary, my boyfriend brought his "relationship coach" for a three-person date.

I exploded. "What are you thinking?"

He shrugged. "Ava helped us. Why shouldn’t she celebrate with us?"

"Stop making a scene," he added. "She doesn’t mind."

The audacity made me faint.

I woke alone on a theater bench. Michael and Ava were huddled over his phone.

"Maybe I should go," she fake-whispered.

"She’s faking for attention," he said.

I texted him: "Three’s a crowd. I’m out."

His phone pinged. He didn’t look up.