On Christmas Day My Husband Yelled at an Empty Table Without Knowing What Was Coming

he attended dinners and made trips and came home smelling of a perfume I did not own. I had organized every holiday, every birthday, every celebration this family had staged in my house, and I had done it without salary or recognition or the basic dignity of being acknowledged as a person rather than a function.

I smiled at him.

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