It was a warm Saturday afternoon when my life twisted into chaos. I stood in line at the grocery store, and my phone buzzed incessantly—“You have to forgive me, babe. I messed up.” I could almost feel my heart stop at the sound of his voice echoing in my head, that same voice that shattered my world just months earlier. But there I was, preparing to attend his wedding. My wedding dress, too, was never worn. How did I get here?
I can’t pinpoint the exact moment I lost him. Was it the late nights? The unexplained phone calls?…