After A Holiday Dinner Snub, I Chose To Walk Away

okay?” Cara asked, holding up rosé.

I looked at her. At the sunset reflecting off water. I thought about the seventy-two thousand dollars, the pie in the trash, the lock on my door.

“Yeah,” I said, picking up my glass. “Everything is perfect.”

I realized then that I’d won. Not because I’d punished them. Not because they were suffering in a small condo.continue reading …