I Lost My Child After My Husband Left Me for My Sister and Got Her Pregnant—On Their Wedding Day, Karma Stepped In

But maybe I should’ve known life wasn’t going to stay that simple.

I grew up in a house with three younger sisters, and if that doesn’t teach you about chaos, nothing will. There’s Judy, who’s 30 now, tall, blonde, and always the center of attention. Even at 13, she had that effortless thing going on. People gave her free stuff for no reason.

Then there’s Lizzie, the middle child, calm and analytical, who once convinced a mall cop to drop a shoplifting charge using nothing but logic and charm. And finally, there’s Misty, 26, dramatic, unpredictable, and somehow both the baby and the boss of all of us. She once got into a shouting match at a Starbucks because they spelled her name ‘Missy’ on the cup.

I was the oldest and the dependable one. The first to get braces, the first to have a job, and the one Mom used as a cautionary tale whenever the others wanted to do something stupid. Continue reading…