But my mom, Linda, has never liked him.
“Why does he cook so much? Does he want a medal?”
“He’s just helping, Mom.”
“And fixing my porch? What does he expect in return?”
But my mom, Linda, has never liked him.
“Maybe a thank-you?”
Even his early shifts bothered her.
“Are you sure he’s going to work that early?”
“Where else would he be?”
“You tell me.”
Back then, I hadn’t yet realized that my husband was actually seeing someone behind my back.
“Are you sure he’s going to work that early?”
“All men are the same, honey,” she’d say. “Some are just better at hiding it.”
Mom raised me alone, and we rarely fought before Wade. But a divorce folder was a new low.
Property division. Child support. Custody arrangements. Separate bank accounts.
And a list of divorce lawyers.
“Mom, what the hell is this?”
