I Let Them Uninvite Me From a Wedding I Was Paying For

lid.

Not angry yet.

That came later.

At first it was that old familiar thing. The one I’d spent years pretending didn’t bother me.

The family version of me.

Reliable Maya.

Practical Maya.

Nice enough, useful enough, forgettable enough.

My mother, Denise, liked to tell people I was “good with numbers.” She said it the same way she’d say somebody had a sturdy continue reading …