My Ex’s Family Threw a Party to Celebrate Getting Rid of Me, but the New Locks and Everything on the Front Lawn Ended Their Celebration Fast

Eyes forward.

Then Patricia walked toward me.

I smelled her perfume before she reached me.

Floral.

Expensive.

Overpowering.

After eight years, I had learned to associate that scent with every occasion when Patricia intended to remind me how little she thought of me.

“You should be grateful Grant put up with you for as long as he did,” she said with a smile. “Some women simply don’t know when they’ve been replaced.”

Replaced.

She finally said it openly.