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The Quiche You Didn’t Make Me
The unexpected consequences of leaving your marriage
Dear Ex-Friend, I ate the quiche you made. You know, the one you made for Nathan because his wife left a few months ago and you felt sorry for him. He shared it with me because I’m on my own tonight too — my kids are at their dad’s — and it was delicious. I loved the mushrooms you added. Honestly, it was a really good quiche. I would say it falls within the top five best quiches I’ve ever eaten.
It reminded me of what a good cook you are. I ate that quiche and remembered all those times you had me over for a meal. Back then, when I was your friend. Before I left my husband. You always made healthy vegetarian food taste so much better than it usually does. Better than when I cook it anyway.
It made me wonder — Did you make my ex a quiche like this after I left him? Did you make him a whole fridge full of meals because you felt sorry for him?
It fascinates me that you never asked me the reason I left. Baffles? Upsets? I’m not sure how I feel about it really. Actually, no-one from your crowd asked me. I think what happened — and I know it’s not your fault perhaps— is that my ex told his side of the story and painted such a vivid picture that you all thought you knew everything. Why would you need to ask me? So no-one asked. Everyone…
