“Seeing anyone lately?” she asked while Collette squirmed in her arms and Lucas whined for more candy. The kid had a one-track mind when it came to sweets.

Your husband, I could have said but didn’t. “No, not really. No one is as good as Tony was for me. I still miss him, you know?”

“Tony? Really? He was an average-looking chub. What was the appeal there anyway?”

Robin meant no cruelty by her remark. Sure, Tony was fat. We could call it what it was. But I loved that about him. Fat guys knew how to please a woman because they had more to prove. Tony worshipped me, treated me like a goddess. Tony loved to satisfy me, in and out of the bedroom. And I reciprocated. Because when someone goes out of their way to make you happy, you can’t help but return the favor.

We were perfect together, him with his insecurities that made him attentive, and me with my egotism that demanded he always be mine. It worked for a long time . . . until it didn’t. But that was my fault, not Tony’s. And I still hadn’t gotten over it. Or over him, for that matter. Maybe if he hadn’t told me to wait for him I wouldn’t still be waiting. That was a year ago.

“I liked feeling small in his arms. He was like a big teddy bear.”

“More like being smothered in his arms, but hey, to each her own.”

I knew what Robin was doing. It was a thing girls did. Insult the ex to lessen the loss.

“It doesn’t matter anyway. Tony’s gone and now I’m alone.” It was a fact I still hadn’t accepted, if I was being honest.

“Have you tried any dating websites? You might meet someone nice that way.”

I rolled my eyes. “Is there ever anyone nice on a dating service?”

“I’m sure there is. Don’t knock it until you try it, Lil.”

“All right, full disclosure here. I’ve tried this dating app a few times and the guys are hit-or-miss, but mostly miss.” I opened up the app on my phone and scrolled through the pictures. “Let’s see, this guy had a creepy foot fetish.” I swiped to another picture. “And this one was still obsessed with his ex.” Then a third. “And this one’s coke nails didn’t inspire much confidence.”

I was sick of meeting deadbeats looking for a sugar mamma. I wasn’t that girl.

“Here, let me pick one for you.” Robin took my phone and began swiping through pictures, speculating over this guy’s weird fixation, that guy’s personality disorder.