CHAPTER SIXTY THREE
All weekend, I had stared at the wall, refusing to see anyone except my father. I didn’t want to see Ryan or Sheila. I just wanted to be alone to process that Ryan, the man who assured me that he loved me so much, actually cheated on me with someone else. He entertained someone who was not me. I tried to make excuses for what he did but nothing came in mind except self-blame. Had my grief become so intolerable that he found it easier to find comfort in another woman than be with me? How long had he been waiting so he could forget all the promises he made to me for the next pretty face? Between drinking and crying myself to sleep, I found Monday morning slipping in so fast, my thoughts being too loud in my brain. I woke up to the enticing scent of bacon, which was a sur
