The day before my birthday, my husband announced that there would be no celebration. Yet in the pocket of his jacket, I found a restaurant reservation for five – paid with my money – and invitations for his entire family. My name wasn’t on the list. I smiled calmly and thought: “Oh, darling… This is a night you’ll remember for the rest of your life…”
“Let’s not make a thing out of it this year, Lauren,” he said in that patient tone he used whenever he wanted to pretend logic was on his side. “Money’s tight, work is crazy, and honestly, we’re too old for all that fuss.” I stood at the kitchen counter cutting strawberries for our daughter’s…
