The Continuing Saga of a Betrayed Woman
My weekend was nice. I went to a friend’s 50th. Typically, I’d go with my husband, but since he’s off in Ottawa living his dream, I had to go alone.…
My weekend was nice. I went to a friend’s 50th. Typically, I’d go with my husband, but since he’s off in Ottawa living his dream, I had to go alone.…