My Ex Is Dating My Mom
He walked in holding a bottle of Merlot and my mother’s hand. I nearly dropped the casserole. We’d dated for two years. Idris. The quiet type—always ordering the weirdest thing on the menu, always fixing my cabinet doors without asking. We broke up after he ghosted me for a week, then texted “I need to…
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