Is there anything worse than waiting for the person whose betrayal feels like a knife to your heart to come home so you can confront them about it? The pain of intimate betrayal is so all-encompassing, your heart feels literally broken. Mine did, anyway. It’s an unbearable wait, because nothing that transpires after he walks … Continue reading Day 1 – Part 2 →

Tuesday, April 19, 2016. You’re going to a dinner with a bunch of friends to celebrate another friend’s milestone. I’m home with our boy. At some point, I’m scrolling through Facebook and I see a photo posted by someone from the dinner you’re at. One photo posted to Facebook, and everything clicked into place.  Of … Continue reading Day 1 – Part 1 →