She Called Me the “Stinky Country Girl” at My Brother’s Engagement Party Not Knowing My

Every piece of silverware she was eating with. Every square inch of Italian marble under her overpriced heels. All of it belonged to me.My name is Bethany Burns. I’m thirty-one years old, and I grew up in Milbrook, Pennsylvania — a town so small that the only traffic jam we ever had was when old Mr. Henderson’s cows escaped and blocked Main Street continue reading …