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I ran into my ex-husband’s new girlfriend at my filler consultation. I had a consultation booked to finally get my face fixed. Needles. Filler. Whatever it took. And in the waiting room, getting checked in ahead of me, was my ex-husband's girlfriend. Twenty-eight. There for her lip filler. Same clinic. Of course. And the only reason I didn't cancel and walk straight back out was because of what my

I RSVP'd no to my thirtieth high school reunion three times. Changed it to yes at midnight once. Back to no by morning. The only reason I finally walked into that ballroom was because of what an old classmate pressed into my hand in the hotel hallway the night before. Her name is Hae-won. We'd been close at seventeen, lost touch, and she'd just flown in from Seoul, where she's lived for years. I h

At our parents' fortieth anniversary dinner, my older sister raised her glass in front of thirty relatives and said, "And doesn't my baby sister look exactly like Mom did near the end?" She said it like a toast. Warm. Smiling. Everyone laughed. I laughed too. Then I went to the bathroom and didn't come back out for twenty minutes. My sister Carol is four years older than me. She has been the prett

For two years I let my ex-husband keep the one restaurant we'd loved our whole marriage. He still goes every Friday. With her. I just stopped. The only reason I finally walked back through that door last week was because of what my friend pressed into my hand the night before. It's a little supper club with a band on Fridays. We'd had our anniversary there every year for twenty years. The bartende

For two years I let my ex-husband keep the one restaurant we'd loved our whole marriage. He still goes every Friday. With her. I just stopped. The only reason I finally walked back through that door last week was because of what my friend pressed into my hand the night before. It's a little supper club with a band on Fridays. We'd had our anniversary there every year for twenty years. The bartende

I hadn't been to our old farmers market in four months. I'd been driving twenty minutes to a different one just to avoid running into them. My ex-husband and his girlfriend. This Sunday I had no choice. My car wouldn't start, so I walked. They were at the first stall I reached. My ex-husband. And her. Twenty-six years old. His hand on the small of her back — the thing he used to do with me. And th

For two summers I drove forty minutes to a public pool three towns over. Just so I wouldn't have to see them at our own neighborhood club. My ex-husband and his girlfriend. This Saturday the heat hit a hundred and three. My granddaughter was begging to swim. And the pool three towns over was closed for repairs. So I had no choice. We drove to ours. And the only reason I got out of the car instead

I walked into my old salon Saturday morning and she was already there. Two chairs down. Foils in. Scrolling her phone. My ex-husband's new girlfriend. Twenty-seven. A salon is a wall of mirrors under the brightest lights they make, and I was about to sit in one of those chairs for two hours, three feet from her, both of us reflected back at ourselves a hundred times over. And the only reason I sat