Six years after our divorce, I ran into my ex-husband on a street corner while holding my three-year-old daughter.
He stared blankly at the girl in my arms for a long time before knitting his brows. “She’s almost six years old,” he said, his voice laced with accusation. “Why does she look so thin and small?”
Ha!
He actually thought the child I was holding was his.
I suppose he believed I loved him so deeply that even after he cheated and divorced me, I would have gone off and raised his child all on my own.
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