When we were invited to an old college friend’s wedding, my husband Max snapped, “I’m not going!” The plan was for him to take the kids out. I got home to change — ONLY TO FIND MY CAR GONE. I checked the GPS app; it showed my car was parked at the wedding venue. I took a taxi and rushed inside, expecting to find him crashing the party. Instead, I froze. Max was standing right in front of the bride, holding her hands. “DON’T DO IT,” he begged. “Don’t marry him. MAKE IT WORK WITH ME INSTEAD.”
