MY HUSBAND SAID HE WAS TIRED OF “SUPPORTING” ME… SO I LABELED EVERYTHING I PAID FOR

territory.

No Victoria’s house.

No mine.

No history hanging from the walls.

Just family.

Or whatever version of family we had become.

I almost declined.

Then Sarah called.

“The kids really want you there.”

That wasn’t fair.

Because the kids remained my weakness.

On Thanksgiving morning, I drove over carrying a pumpkin pie.

One pie.

Not six dishes.

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