At My 68th Birthday Dinner, No One Showed Up. My Kids Chose to Go Out Instead of Being with Their Mother—I Only Found Out When I Saw Their Photos Online. After 32 Years as a Literature Teacher, I Realized My Children Were the Only “Characters” Whose Plot I Couldn’t Fix. So, I Closed the Book on Them and Sold the Family Library to Fund a New Chapter They Weren’t Invited to Read.
The Table for One I had spent three days preparing the boeuf bourguignon, the recipe my children used to beg…