Our Valentine’s Day party was in full swing.
A day she and her friends celebrated with cake and coffee. A day they all wished they were actually loved.
It never surprised me she had so many friends like herself. Divorced, separated and ever willing to speak ill of their respective ex-partners.
Then she’d bring out her gift, something she insisted I buy and chant my praises for having good taste. She got off on their expressions and how they looked at me.
As I washed the dirt from their plates, I forced myself not to throw up.