The Hair Ties Weren’t Mine—But the Betrayal Cut Deeper Than Any Affair
I started finding hair ties in my husband’s pockets. The kind with colorful bands and little metal clasps. Not mine—my hair is short. I wear clips, not ties. At first, I brushed it off. Maybe they were old. Forgotten. But they kept showing up. I told my best friend. She paused for a long time, […]
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