On The Morning After Our Wedding, My Husband Threw A Greasy Dish Towel At My Face

stopped calling after his lawyer got the picture. Gerald sent my father one short letter in his own handwriting.

I was wrong to let it happen.

No apology to me.

Figures.

The wedding fund stayed where it belonged until I moved most of it into a housing trust and left a smaller piece untouched for whatever came next. Not because I was scared.

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