I never understood why my mom hated my husband. He cooked, cleaned, and treated me like a queen, but she insisted he was only pretending. When I got pregnant, things got so bad that he finally confronted her at dinner. What he pulled from his pocket made her freeze.
When I told my mother I was pregnant, she hugged me.
“Congratulations, sweetheart,” she said. “I’m so happy for you. But you might need this.”
She handed me a folder. I thought it was a pregnancy checklist.
The cover page said, in huge letters:
WHAT TO DO IN CASE OF DIVORCE FROM WADE
I’ll tell you what happened next. But first you need to know who Wade is.
WHAT TO DO IN CASE OF DIVORCE FROM WADE
Wade is my husband. We’ve been married five years.
He cooks, does the dishes, and always shows up when I need him.
