Nobody's Wife, Nobody's Mother
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My husband told me to take the train home for Thanksgiving because his childhood sweetheart needed my seat in the car.
So I bought a ticket—to my own hometown.
He thought I'd be waiting at his parents' house when he arrived. Cooking, cleaning, playing the dutiful wife while another woman sat in my place.
But when he called to demand his dinner, I was already gone. And when he threatened divorce, I gave him exactly what he wanted—the papers had been waiting on the table for days.
Now he's begging me to come back. Telling me he's changed. Swearing she means nothing to him.
But the man who spent ten years treating me like a live-in maid doesn't get to rewrite history just because he's drowning without me.
He still can't name my favorite food. He doesn't know what perfume I wear. And the son I raised? He asked for a different mother—and I gave him one.
So I bought a ticket—to my own hometown.
He thought I'd be waiting at his parents' house when he arrived. Cooking, cleaning, playing the dutiful wife while another woman sat in my place.
But when he called to demand his dinner, I was already gone. And when he threatened divorce, I gave him exactly what he wanted—the papers had been waiting on the table for days.
Now he's begging me to come back. Telling me he's changed. Swearing she means nothing to him.
But the man who spent ten years treating me like a live-in maid doesn't get to rewrite history just because he's drowning without me.
He still can't name my favorite food. He doesn't know what perfume I wear. And the son I raised? He asked for a different mother—and I gave him one.














































