My In-Laws Threw Me Into the Rain

America loves forgiveness almost as much as it loves downfall. People want pain tied up neatly, preferably with a bow and a lesson.

I thought of Victoria in the conference room.

Lily’s messages.

Richard’s cold eyes.

The rain.

The mud.

My wedding album.

“I don’t organize my life around what they deserve anymore,” I said. “That’s the closest thing to freedom continue reading …