Over the past few months, however, my husband had changed.
He frequently visited his mother without me.
He would return angry and sometimes refuse to speak to me for days.
One evening, I accidentally overheard him talking on the phone.
“Mom, I promise, soon everything will be exactly the way you want it. Margaret won’t stand in the way anymore.”
When I entered the room, Robert immediately ended the call.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Nothing. I was talking to my mother.”
But I could tell from his expression that he was hiding something.
Then came our fiftieth wedding anniversary.
Our children had rented a large banquet hall. They invited one hundred guests, including relatives, friends, and former coworkers.
I wore my most beautiful dark blue dress.
I’d even had my hair done because I wanted to remember that evening as one of the happiest days of our lives.
