I Finally Took My Ex-Husband’s “Three-Thousand-Dollar” Card to the Bank—Then the Manager Brought Out an Envelope with My Name
She was quiet, then said, “You don’t have to decide whether you forgive him.”
“I’m not deciding that.”
“What are you deciding?”
I looked at the groceries waiting on the counter.
“Where to put my groceries.”
She laughed softly.
“That sounds like you.”
“It is practical.”