Ashes of a Golden Anniversary

rriage. Sarah' s mother had just passed away. The funeral was over, and the house was quiet, fill

avid was with her. His hands were on her waist, and he was kissing her, deeply and passionately. They were standin

wasn't a new betrayal. This was an old story, one I had been too blind to read. All the late nights David spent at our house, the private jokes bet

with a venomous contempt that was breathtaking. She blamed me for her unhappiness, for the fact that David had chosen another woman.

ort to pretend I hadn't seen what I'd seen, to un-know what I kn

r doorstep. And just like that, the affair was back on. It was less secret this time,

em exciting stories. I was just Dad, the quiet, boring man who made sure their homework was done and their lunches were packed. David slowly poisoned t

ct portrait of resentment and betrayal held together

outrage, and David beside her, a look of smug concern on his face. I remembered the fire. I remembered her pushi

asn't just about escaping a bad marriage. It was about reclaiming a life that had been stolen from me. It was about choos