The invitation to my ex-husband’s wedding arrived via text message.
“Come to my wedding with Claire and bring the girls. Your invitation includes one extra person, but we both know you don’t have anyone.”Book Venues
That was very Max-like.
We had been married for almost thirteen years and had two daughters, aged ten and three, when he decided that I no longer appealed to him.
“You don’t look the same as before,” he told me.
Then I discovered Claire.
His personal trainer.
When I confronted him about this affair, Max did not apologize.
“What did you expect? Men are visual. Claire is perfect.”
I stood in our room while he packed his suitcases.
“Did you cheat because I gained weight?”
“You used to have a slim figure, Ronnie. When was the last time you looked at yourself in a mirror?”
After that, I watched constantly.
At the level of my stomach.
