I’d learned to say no.
Then the reunion invitation arrived.
I almost threw it away.
For three days, the invitation sat unopened on my kitchen counter.
On the fourth morning, my boyfriend, Andrew, picked it up.
“You don’t have to go.”
“I know.”
“But you haven’t thrown it away.”
Then the reunion invitation arrived.
“I don’t want to become a before-and-after picture.”
Andrew set the invitation down. “Then don’t go for them.”
