Fifteen Years After My Divorce, I Found My Ex-Mother-in-Law Digging Through a Dumpster

When I told him I wanted a divorce, he shrugged.

It hurt that it was so easy for him to let me go; an insult added to the injury of his lies and betrayal.

Like our marriage never meant anything to him.

Everyone expected drama.

Friends braced themselves for shouting matches, slammed doors, and scenes in parking lots.

My parents warned me to prepare for begging, threats, or some desperate attempt to win me back.

What no one expected was Dorothy.

I went to her house because I didn’t know what else to do.

Continue reading…