1 days before my wedding, dad called: “i’m not wal…

discomfort was a heavy, suffocating blanket. Alyssa was no longer talking about my wedding. She had hijacked a microphone in front of a room full of strangers to deliver a drunken eulogy for her own pending divorce. She was bleeding out on a public stage. In her professional life, Alyssa managed corporate public relations.

She handled crisis communications continue reading …