I Brought a Coworker as My Date to My Ex’s Wedding, and One Comment From Him Wiped the Smile Off My Ex’s Face
“Come to my wedding with Claire and bring our daughters. Oh, and your invitation does include a +1, but we all know perfectly well you don’t have anyone.”
That’s the text my ex-husband, Max, sent me on a Tuesday night in April.
I was standing at the kitchen sink with my hands in dishwater when my phone buzzed on the counter. I dried one hand on my jeans and picked it up and read it.
Then I read it again.
Then I set the phone face down on the counter, very carefully, like it was something that might go off, and finished washing the dishes.
I scrubbed the same pot for about ten minutes.
My ten-year-old, Ava, was doing homework at the kitchen table. She looked up at me.
“Mom? Are you okay? You’re scrubbing really hard.”
“I’m fine, sweetheart.”
“Is it Dad?”
I didn’t answer. That was answer enough.
