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”
Charles once told me:
“You keep saying you were ordinary.”
“I was.”
He shook his head.
“No one is ordinary from inside their own life.”
Maybe.
I still prefer ordinary.
Ordinary means I did not need to be secretly wealthy.