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”
That sentence felt better than:
My husband regrets leaving.
Better than:
Corinne went to court.
Better than:
Charles Sterling remembered me.
I made it.
Agency in four words.