When I Stopped Being Her

Synopsis

On my son's birthday, I packed my suitcase, ready to leave this house for good. My husband, Henry Goodman, tried to keep his anger in check. "I just invited Yvette over to celebrate William's birthday. Do you really have to make a scene today?" Yvette Smith stood off to the side, looking all pitiful. "Vivian, I know you don't like me, but when William said I should be his new mom, it was just a joke." Just then, my son, William Goodman, came trotting over, phone in hand, an innocent smile lighting up his face. He asked, "Mom, you're not making up excuses to stall, are you? "But your trick isn't going to work. I've already booked you a ride on my phone, so just go, okay? Don't mess up my birthday." I looked at William, who was gazing at me with expectation in his eyes. Yvette and Henry stood on either side of him. They looked like a picture-perfect family. I let out a bitter laugh. "Alright. But you don't need to call me a cab. "Someone's coming to get me."