RUBBY

I swallowed hard, before taking those quiet, heartbreaking steps to the doctor's office.

The moment I stepped in, I was greeted by Mom's red, puffed eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Her voice broke. "When will you learn to not handle things on your own? Rubby...."

"Mom, I'm sorry," I interrupted, "I didn't handle it on my own, Alex was there, so..."

"Has Alex taken my place? Is he not my husband?" She was clearly hurt.

What made it even worse was that if the reverse had been ...