My Husband Threw $20 at Me Outside the Hospital—Two Hours Later, He Was Screaming in Soho
And if that baby spits up, it’ll ruin these seats.” For a second I just stared, stunned by the ease of her cruelty, as if she were discussing a muddy dog rather than her own grandson. “But Sharon, this is your grandson. This is Ethan’s son.” “Spare us,” Jessica chimed in. “We’re on our way…