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
I’ve been—”
“It’s not just that,” he said. “It’s everything. You don’t take care of yourself. You don’t wear makeup anymore. You wear sweatpants every weekend. You don’t even try.”
I sat there with my hands in my lap.
“I’m tired, Max. I’m so tired.”
“Everybody’s tired,” he said. “Other women manage.”
Other women.
I should have heard it then. I didn’t.
Three weeks later, I found out.
I’m not proud of how. I looked at his phone. He’d left it on the counter while he was in the shower. It lit up with a text.
Can’t stop thinking about this morning.
The name said Claire Trainer.
I picked up the phone. My hands were shaking. I opened the messages.
They went back four months.
I’m not going to tell you what was in them. I’ve spent a lot of time trying to forget. But there were pictures. And
