“Cozy place you’ve got here, kind of like a retirement home,” my ex-husband said right from the doorway as soon as he stepped into the hall where I was celebrating my anniversary with my friends. He didn’t even take off his coat. He walked straight toward me.Party planning services
“Hello, my former love,” he added with a crooked smile.
He had a young woman on his arm wearing a tight beige dress. About twenty-five years old, no more. The same age as our eldest daughter.
The music stopped by itself. Just a minute earlier the guests had been laughing, talking, and clinking glasses. Now silence filled the hall. I stood by the table and squeezed the stem of my glass so hard that my fingers turned white.
We hadn’t seen each other for three years. Since the day he said he had “outgrown our relationship” and went off to search for inspiration. Apparently, he found it.
“Well then, happy anniversary. Fifty is a respectable age. God grant everyone the chance to reach it,” he said as he handed me a bag.
Inside was anti-aging cosmetics.Dealing with humiliation
“Meet Anna, my fiancée. She’s a model. Beautiful, right?”
