In hindsight, I should not have had that fifth mimosa at Breakfast with Santa.
Cloverleigh Farms would be the perfect place for a fresh start.
Falling for Henry.
Or the sixth, seventh, and eighth.
But my shame over the public meltdown that resulted was nothing compared to being abandoned by my husband of fifteen years for a much younger woman-and did I mention she\'s pregnant?For the sake of my children and my pride, I packed up and headed for my childhood home and the small town where I grew up.
In hindsight, I should not have had that fifth mimosa at Breakfast with Santa