“Figure it out… you know how,” she said, shrugging.
And she left.
On vacation.
With her new husband
and his “perfect” children.
I stood there holding my ticket
with my heart in pieces.
I didn’t cry.
Not in front of them.
I sat down.
Took a breath.
And called the one name I had sworn never to say again:
my …
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