The Birthday Party Where My Mother’s Perfect Image Cracked

mother was the one telling me I was lucky.

“Derek is such a good provider,” she said. “You don’t find many like that.”

The irony being, of course, that Derek was not remotely who they thought he was.

The Cracks

The first year with Derek felt like being fast-forwarded through someone else’s fairy tale.

Coffee became dinner. Dinner became weekends. Weekends continue reading …