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”
“It does.”
“Then: good luck.”
“Better.”
I drove home.
My home.
Legally mine long before the divorce.
Emotionally mine again only recently.
I walked into the front room.
