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

She’d always been so good to me, even when Caleb was being difficult and things were hard, she’d been a steady presence.

I thought she deserved to hear it from me, not through some family grapevine or awkward phone call.

She opened the door with a smile.

She had an apron on, and the smell of something warm and wonderful cooking drifted out from behind her.

“Sweetheart, you look pale. Come in, I’ll make us tea.”

I didn’t make it past the entryway.

Her face changed instantly.

“Cheating?” she repeated, like the word didn’t belong in her mouth.

“With more than one woman,” I said.

She sat down hard at the kitchen table.

Just dropped into the chair like her legs had given out.

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