Coming Second to That Woman
On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home.
My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone.
"Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!"
Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake.
The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you."
My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts.
I accept defeat.