When betrayal becomes part of the marriage furniture

I married Frankie on a Tuesday, because that’s when the courthouse has less people. We got our marriage license a week before, and on Tuesday we both showed up on our lunch hour and said our awkward I dos. It was all very administrative. After we got married, I went back to work. I’m a teacher. He’s a mechanic at a Ford dealership. That day, we ate Jack in the Box, because that’s his favorite. He got some sweet bread from La Reynera. There was no party. No guests. No invitati