The Past Is Dust, Still Like a Dream
Language: en
My husband’s childhood friend, the one who grew up next door, could never shake her habit of being hopelessly forgetful. This time, she’d left her phone in my husband Jim’s office. When I brought it to her, the screen was still lit up with a search history she hadn't closed: "How to get a strong-willed wife to initiate a divorce after getting pregnant?" "Is using a married man's card for a linked family account considered using their joint marital assets?" I glanced at it, a grim sort of admiration blooming in my chest. The young women these days certainly had the schemes to match their…