Three years after my husband Stan left me for his mistress, Miranda, I ran into them one rainy afternoon. What should have been poetic justice felt more like closure—because it wasn’t their downfall that satisfied me, but the strength I had found to move on.Our 14 years together, two kids, and a life I thought solid all fell apart when Stan introduced Miranda into our home.
Three years after my husband Stan left me for his mistress, Miranda, I ran into them one rainy afternoon. What should have been poetic justice felt more like closure—because it wasn’t their downfall that satisfied me, but the strength I had found to move on.Our 14 years together, two kids, and a life I thought solid all fell apart when Stan introduced Miranda into our home.