“Well, Vivien called last week. She said that since I’m single now and going through such a difficult time, maybe it would be better if I spent the holiday somewhere more appropriate for my situation. She suggested I might be more comfortable at a smaller gathering.”
My grip tightened on the phone.
“She uninvited you?”
“She didn’t put it that way, but yes, I guess she did.”
Ruby had been family for eight years. But the moment her life became messy, the moment she might need support instead of being able to provide entertainment value, Vivien had cut her from the list.
After I hung up, I sat in the dark kitchen for a long time. The list of names blurred in front of me as tears I’d been holding back for hours finally came. But they weren’t just tears of frustration about the impossible task ahead of me. They were tears of recognition, because I saw myself in Ruby’s situation. I saw what happened when you stopped being useful to Vivien. When you stopped being the perfect daughter-in-law who could pull off impossible dinners and never complain. When you became more trouble than you were worth.
