After my husband, Stan, left me when I refused to move across the country with him, I thought our story was over. But a year later, he showed up at my door, expecting things to be the same. We had been high school sweethearts, married after college, but cracks began to form in our relationship. When he was offered a dream job in Seattle,
he gave me an ultimatum: come with him or end things. I chose not to go, and he filed for divorce, leaving me with little money and a broken heart. As I moved on with my life, focusing on work and taking care of my parents, Stan’s life fell apart. When he showed up at my door months later, expecting to rekindle what we had, I had a surprise for him. I was remarried to James,my divorce attorney