At My Daughter’s Wedding, My Husband Gave His Mistress My Seat and Told Me to Sit in the Back—Then the Groom’s Father Walked Past Him and Said, “Laura, I’ve Finally Found You”

Then gradually made friends.

Played cards.

Joined a chair-exercise class she claimed was insulting.

Learned to ask staff for help without comparing everyone to me.

That was good for her.

I visited sometimes.

Not daily.

Not on command.