The invitation to the anniversary was a trap but I brought a gift that changed everything.
When the envelope fell through my letterbox, the paper was impossibly white, the ink too perfect. I read it twice, then a third, as if the words might shift upon the page and reveal some hidden meaning.
Wedding Anniversary Celebration. It would be delightful if you could attend.
Polite. Polished. Unmistakably not her. Not Lydia.
I have never had qualms about attending anothers happiness, even when that happiness is built upon my silence.
Yes, I knew the man at her side tonight was once at mine. And no, I didnt feel humiliated by being the one he left behind. You cant swap one woman for another; you only desert one version of yourself and pick up a new skin along the way.
It wasnt the past that rattled me when I read that invitation. It was the tone. As if someone was summoning me not as a friend but as an audience.
Yet I said yes. Not to prove something, not for bravado. Only because I wasnt afraid.
For at se de fulde tilberedningstider, gå til næste side eller klik på knappen Åbn (>), og glem ikke at DELE med dine Facebook-venner.
