My Husband Left Me For A Younger Woman And Told Me To Be Gone Before He Returned

coffee mug, the one with the uneven letters and the sun-flower. I took the framed photograph from our first apartment, the one where we are both laughing and slightly blurry, taken by a stranger on the street who hadn’t quite mastered the camera angle. I held that one for a moment before I wrapped it. There had been a before. It had been real. Whatever continue reading …