My Husband Left Me for My Sister and I Lost Our Baby — At Their Wedding, My Nine-Year-Old Found Her Voice
Chapter 8 — The Morning Of
On the morning of the wedding, my mother came to pick Kelly up.
And before they left, Wendy looked at me and began, again, to criticize — telling me I was being a terrible sister, that I should be there, that I should support my family.
I did not argue.
I was too exhausted to argue, and too far past the point where anything my mother said could reach me.
I simply watched her take my daughter’s hand and lead her out to the car.