I Asked the Waiter to Split the Check

I could tell you I walked out calm and graceful, daughters in hand, head high.

Truth is, I almost cried.

Not pretty crying. Not movie crying. The bad kind where your nose starts to sting and your mouth shakes and you can feel heat crawling up your neck. I hated that he still had that effect on me. At thirty-six years old, with two kids and a full-time continue reading …