After An Affair, We Lived As Strangers For Eighteen Years—Until One Doctor’s Visit

that I am the sole architect of my own solitude, that every piece of this destruction can be traced back directly to my choices, my weakness, my inability to be content with what I had. I sit here in the debris of a life that looked perfect from the outside to everyone who knew us—successful career, stable marriage, wonderful son, beautiful home—holding continue reading …