She Sat Me by the Kitchen at My Son’s Wedding — So I Burned It All Down With One Phone Call

for myself because apparently the wedding party accommodations were “full”—still wearing my dress because I couldn’t summon the energy to take it off.

I stared at the ceiling fan spinning slowly above me, watching the blades go round and round, hypnotic and relentless.

I couldn’t stop imagining it unscrewing itself and crashing down onto the bed, crushing continue reading …