She remembered when they first moved into the house. No furniture. No kids. All they had were each other. That first night they slept on the floor, drank wine and it happened. Red wine on the carpet.
"This is never going to come out," she thought as she scrubbed at the spot on the worn carpet.
Ralph always the tightwad and controller, would never replace it. All these years having to put a piece of furniture over it had taken its toll on her.
Just like she gave up on her marriage and divorced, she gave up on the carpet and started ripping it out. She was in control now and could do what she wanted.