I used to know the difference between jealousy and envy, but I’ve lost track of which one is less painful. The one that doesn’t eat you up. The one you wouldn’t wish on anyone. In an alternate universe, I got married to Neil wearing a purple dress. Me, not him. It was catered by my Nana, but she also had the best time. My Grandma was there, too. And she remembered everything. In one photo, I was flanked by them,…
