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
She looked back down at her math worksheet, and I saw her jaw get tight, the same way mine does.
Ten years old, and she already knew what that face meant.
God, I was so tired of him constantly walking all over me.
My name is Hannah Brooks. I’m thirty-eight years old. I’m a school librarian at Lincoln Middle School, which means I spend my days recommending books to twelve-year-olds who tell me they hate reading and then come back three days later asking for the sequel.
I was married to Max for almost thirteen years.
We met in college. He was a business major. Loud, funny, the kind of guy who walked into a party and everybody turned around. I was the quiet girl in the corner with a paperback in her purse. He sat down next to me and asked what I was reading. It was Jane Eyre.
