July 28, 2012
Today I came face to face with one of my husband's past lovers, and unfortunately, it wasn't a real meeting--I didn't see her walking down the street or pushing a cart through the store. She doesn't live in town. No, the encounter was more disturbing: I found her picture here in the house, a picture that my husband had had drawn of him, her, and his two oldest sons. I asked him who she was, bracing myself for an answer I didn't want to hear. "Karen," he said, not adding what I already know: "the one I've always loved."