Once an Invisible wife, Now a Star

For thirty years, I was the invisible wife. The forgotten mother.

On our 30th wedding anniversary, I saw a gift box on the kitchen table. For a moment, I thought they remembered me. But then David snapped, “That’s for Kate. Today is a big day for her career. Don’t you know how to ask before assuming?”

Kate—my best friend, now my husband’s mistress. They remembered her. Not me.

I whispered, “It’s our last wedding anniversary together. I have only six months left to live. Maybe you could finally fulfill your promise. From when we got married… the trip to Alps, to see the snowfall.”