HE GAVE HIS MISTRESS MY PADDLE. HE FORGOT THE AUCTION HOUSE BELONGED TO ME

there was no polish left.

“You think this makes you better than me?”

“You stayed with a man who hated you.”

The words struck deeper than she knew.

Perhaps deeper than I wanted them to.

I kept my face still.

“I stayed with a man I remembered loving.”

“He chose me.”

“Did he?”

Her eyes flashed.

“He bought me a ring.”

I opened my handbag.

Inside was a copy of the continue reading …