He Left On My Birthday—And Faced The Consequences At His Mother’s Funeral

of your husband?”

He threw cash on the table and walked out.

He was right about at least one thing: I had used him. Maybe not intentionally at first, but eventually, yes. I’d liked the way it felt to be chosen, to be prioritized, to have someone’s eyes stay on me. Acknowledging that didn’t excuse Jerome’s behavior, but it meant I couldn’t pretend I’d continue reading …