Look at us, pretending to be normal, out to dinner on a weeknight, ordering the same beer like old friends.  There was a food truck inside the restaurant and an exposed brick wall.

He took a bite from his dinner and washed it down with his beer.

I remember my granddaughter’s fourth birthday party. I was there. So was my ex-husband and his girlfriend. I spent most of the time in the kitchen, avoiding them. When the cake was being served, I bolted out the door and into the safety of my car.