I Took Back Everything They Called “Ours”

sugar jars. Bonds in cookbooks. I thought your mother checked everything.”

“But you knew enough to ask.”

He got quiet.

Then he said something I’d wanted him to say for twenty years and hated hearing when it finally came.

“We made mistakes.”

Not I’m sorry.

Not we used you.

Mistakes. Like over-salting soup.

I rested my forehead against the steering wheel.

“You continue reading …