I Brought One Envelope to My Ex-Husband’s Wedding

Actually laughed.

It felt ugly and good.

Meanwhile the hospital bills arrived. Then diaper deliveries. Then the private nurse invoices for the two nights I’d needed help because my stitches were hell and Lily had her days and nights backward. Real life. Warm bottles in the dark. Burp cloths over every chair. Milk stains on expensive shirts. The body continue reading …