I was sitting at work, though working as a restaurant administrator didn’t leave much time for sitting.
This was one of those rare moments when the dining area was quiet—no guests asking for special requests, no complaints from the kitchen, no servers rushing over with last-minute problems.
I took a deep breath, savoring the short-lived peace, knowing it wouldn’t last.
My phone buzzed on the counter. I glanced at the screen—Aaron. My ex-husband. Curious, I picked it up and tapped the message.
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Christmas Day was bitterly cold. The sky was gray and unrelenting, a perfect reflection of how I felt inside. The old, second-hand tree artificial Christmas stood in…
My wife and I had been planning our 40th-anniversary trip for years. It was going to be a dream vacation to celebrate four decades of love and…