One year after my divorce, my ex-mother-in-law spotted me at the clinic with a smug grin. She told me her son made the right choice leaving me and was now raising a daughter with my former friend. I stayed calm, smiled, and said

when she embraced Megan Ellis, my former best friend, right in front of me.

Now Patricia stopped next to my chair and looked me over from head to toe.

“Well,” she said, loud enough for the receptionist to hear, “isn’t this interesting?”

I closed the folder resting in my lap. “Hello, Patricia.”

Her smile widened. “I heard you were still alone.”

I did not continue reading …