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
look at my body.
I looked now.
I saw a tired woman with dark circles under her eyes and gray coming in at her temples and a soft stomach under an old T-shirt. I saw stretch marks on my hips like little silver rivers.
I saw a woman nobody would ever want again.
I sobbed so hard I had to sit down on the bathroom floor.
Ava found me there. She was eight then. She knelt down on the tile in her pajamas and put her arms around my neck and didn’t say anything.
I’ll never forget that. My eight-year-old holding me up on a bathroom floor.
The divorce took almost a year.
It was the hardest year of my life. I won’t lie about that.
There were lawyers and mediators and custody schedules. There were forms with words like “marital assets” and “equitable distribution” that I had to look
