I stayed home while my ex-husband married my sister. But when my other sister exposed him mid-toast and drenched them in red paint, I knew I had to see it for myself.
Hi, my name’s Lucy. I’m 32, and up until about a year ago, I thought I had the kind of life most people dream of. A steady job, a cozy house, and a husband who kissed my forehead before work and left little notes in my lunchbox.
I worked as a billing coordinator for a dental group just outside of Milwaukee. It wasn’t glamorous, but I enjoyed it. I liked my routine and my lunch-hour walks. I liked the feel of warm socks out of the dryer, and the way Oliver, my husband, used to say, “Hi, beautiful,” even when I was still wearing zit cream.
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