Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

smell of vegetation and asphalt. I stopped for a moment on the steps, watching people pass by.

Life went on without stopping for anyone. Inside me, a very clear feeling began to take shape. It wasn’t relief or joy, but certainty.

I was reaching the end of this road. And this time I would walk it alone to the end. Three days later, I wasn’t early or late.continue reading …