My house was full of friends and family, all gathered to celebrate my birthday.
The hum of familiar voices, the cake, and the flowers my daughter had brought over all made for a warm, comforting atmosphere. A reminder that life after divorce didn’t have to be lonely.
“Happy birthday, Mindy!” Greg’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I turned to see him grinning at me, his arms wide as he pulled me into a familiar hug.
Greg and I had split amicably two years ago. I still kept his last name, though. It felt like mine as much as his, and besides, the kids still had it. Changing it never seemed necessary.
