For six years, I had believed that a happy marriage depended primarily on the ability to forgive.
Now I understood that nobody has the right to demand forgiveness while refusing to offer honesty.
And the strangest part of everything was that the woman I had once considered an unwelcome visitor from my husband’s past had ultimately helped me see the truth about my present.
That day, I didn’t just lose my husband.
I also lost the illusion that I had ever truly known him.
But along with that illusion, something else disappeared: the constant anxiety that there was something wrong with me.
For the first time in months, I stopped searching within myself for the reason behind his coldness.
And that was the beginning of my new life.
