The Night Before Our Wedding, I Heard What He Really Thought of Me

sitting on the motel bed arguing about whether the cartoon cat or the cartoon mouse was the real hero.

“Who wants pizza for lunch?” I said.

“Me!” they shouted in unison.

“Put your shoes on. We’re celebrating.”

We moved to a small town near the coast. I sold the engagement ring at a pawn shop two towns over—it was worth less than Owen had claimed, of course continue reading …