My husband laughed at me when, in the divorce, I got only an old house that needed repairs. Then I was the one laughing when he found out what he’d lost.
I found out about the cheating by accident. No, there was no lipstick on the collar or someone else’s perfume—much more banal than that. His phone buzzed on the kitchen table while he was in the shower, and I glanced at the screen without thinking. “Miss you, kitty. When will we see each other?” wrote […]
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