I need my daughter to explain to me why, precisely, she thought having her wedding in Coal’s Lake, Canada was a good idea. At Christmas.
But you know what? It’s okay. It’s. Okay. It’s been my mantra all day. It’s okay.
It’s okay that my ex-husband thought it was a good idea to book himself on the same flight into Alberta as me. It’s okay that he utterly failed to reserve his own rental car and looked at me with no sense of irony in the line at customs and said he thought it’d be fine if he just hopped in with me. This, from the man I finally divorced because he never took responsibility for anything, ever, whether it was our relationship, our daughter, his “career,” or, you know, life.
It’s okay that he’s talked incessantly on the drive to the hotel about his new business idea. The on
