I Saw the Comments — Now He’s Finished
On our first wedding anniversary, my husband came home with a woman who was six months pregnant. He introduced her as his cousin, someone who had fallen on hard times, and asked me to take care of her.
I was just about to agree when fragments of imaginary commentary floated through my mind:
[She's just my 'cousin'. Uh-uh, that's a cliche.]
[Poor supporting female character! A maid by day, the husband's bedwarmer by night.]
[But she totally deserved it! If she hadn't broken up the main couple, they'd have a whole soccer team of kids by now!]
Wait—what? Supporting female character? Me? And what's this about breaking them up?
So now these two get to cheat under my roof, and somehow I'm th