When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

was basically over.”

“Did you ask me?”

Silence.

“No,” I said for her. “You didn’t. Because asking me would have ruined the story you wanted to believe.”

Her tears came faster.

“I know I hurt you.”

“No, Lydia. You betrayed me. Hurt is what happens when someone forgets your birthday. Betrayal is when your best friend sits at your table, eats your food, listens continue reading …