My Husband Left Me and the Kids at Home on X-Mas Eve and Went to Celebrate at His Office Party – We Paid Him a Visit There

impromptu rendition of “Jingle Bells.”

Like the good wife I was, I pulled out the ironing board and pressed his clothes to perfection, humming “Silent Night” under my breath.

The turkey timer dinged again, and I rushed to baste it one last time, my sock-clad feet sliding slightly on the hardwood floors. Everything was going to be perfect.

“Mommy, can continue reading …