th a promising career ahead of me. He was a brilliant coder with big ambitions. When his tech startup began to take off, and we found

a mother. I loved building our home.

dly. I was on crutches for two weeks, unable to even carry a cup of coffee. I calle

could be there. I'm swamped with this

rnoon off. They went to a matinee movie and had a long, leisurely dinner afte

thought of

forever." He sent me a "520," which just meant "I love you." A lesser love. A casual af

oted, and honest. The man whose phone I was holding was a monster. A stra

head spun, and the air in the fancy hotel room suddenly felt too th

my face drain of color. He stepped forward and grabbe

The first denial

held up the phone, my hand shaking uncontrol

re friends. There's been some flirting, I admit it. But I s

, so insulting, it