I woke up in a hospital bed after an ac:cident, my leg shattered, my whole body aching. Then my husband walked in – hand in hand with his mistress.

most was the one who destroyed whatever was left of us.”

His face crumpled slightly.

But for the first time in years, I didn’t rush to comfort him.

That was new for me.

Healing physically took months.

Healing emotionally took longer.

Relearning how to walk was painful, humiliating, exhausting. Physical therapy pushed me to my limits daily. Some mornings continue reading …