I left my home believing I was walking into a short hospital stay. A routine procedure, a few nights under observation, then back to my husband and the life we had built together. I never imagined that by the time I returned, my place in that marriage would already be taken.
When I came home, the gate was locked.
My key no longer worked. Inside, unfamiliar shoes sat neatly by the door. Curtains I had chosen were gone, replaced with loud colors I hated. Then a woman walked out of my bedroom wearing my robe. She looked just as shocked to see me.…CONTINUE READING