What do you do when you suspect your husband is falling for someone else?
Invite her over for Sunday dinner.
Awkward? Yes. Genius? Who knows. Maybe this was Mom’s way of keeping friends close and enemies closer.
At the time, I was a teenager and thought my mother was completely clueless. Now I know different. She was totally aware of the threat, and her seemingly innocent invitation was a brilliant move to show her competition the family and home she and my father had built – together.
That infamous Sunday lunch marked the first and last time any of us saw my dad’s pretty friend. But I never forgot her.
Neither did he.
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