Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

collar of his shirt out of habit and then turned. “I’m leaving,” he said. I nodded.

There was no handshake, no hug, no farewell. He turned and walked out the door. This time, he didn’t stop.

The door opened and closed. I sat for a few more seconds looking at the empty space in front of me. There was no one on the other side anymore.

There was nothing continue reading …