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okay?” he asked, glancing at me like an afterthought.
My Husband Forced Me to Host His 40th Birthday While I Had a Broken Leg—Then His Mother Walked In and Turned the Celebration Upside Down
I knew what saying “yes” would mean: more work, more pretending, more excuses. So I gave him the truth instead.
“No. I’m not okay.”
Diane helped me sit and propped my leg up high. “I’m ending this party.”
“Mom, don’t do this!” he laughed, nervous now.
