I Gave Him Everything, He Chose Her Lies

The day they buried my mother fell on Memorial Day.

I spotted Curtis at the cemetery. He'd been out of contact for days.

He was hiding behind a headstone in the distance, eyes locked on the back of a woman standing ahead of him.

In six years together, Curtis had vanished every Memorial Day without fail. I'd assumed he was visiting a relative's grave. Once, I offered to go with him.

He'd erupted.

"Willow Sullivan, I'm with you three hundred and sixty-four days a year. Can't I have one day to myself?"

That fight had spiraled into a three-month cold war. It ended when I lost our first baby.