RUIN ME, PLEASE

Part 10: You Were Meant to Love Me Truly

I am at an intimate dinner party for the first time since the birth of my second baby, and one of the guests is a poet laureate. I don’t remember how it came up. Maybe someone asked, “How did you meet?” But the way I remember it, she was eager to tell us the story; it felt almost unprompted and impeccably well rehearsed. They married within a week of th…