Loving Me Is Not Your Penance
Language: en
I went with my husband to his college roommate's wedding. He had gone out of his way to dig out the oldest, most buried suit from the very back of our closet. At the reception, I went to the restroom to touch up my makeup. When I came back, I saw the group of men in their custom-tailored tuxedos, champagne flutes in hand, crowding Lester into a corner near the service bar. "Everyone at this table is pulling in mid-six figures, Lester. What are you even doing here on an eighty-thousand-dollar salary?" "You used to be the wild card of the Prep School Princes, man. How did you end up so…