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.

I cried before appointments because I knew how much it would hurt.

But emotional recovery was stranger.

There’s a specific kind of grief that comes from discovering your reality wasn’t real.

Not just losing a partner.

Losing trust in your own judgment.

I replayed memories obsessively.

Anniversaries.

Conversations.

Holidays.

Trying to pinpoint exactly when love continue reading …