“My Husband Left for a Two-Year Assignment in Toronto — I Cried as He Boarded the Plane”

corner who was simultaneously heartbroken and coldly calculating her next move.

In the Uber back to our Lincoln Park condo, I leaned against the window watching familiar Chicago streets blur past. The driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

“Seeing someone off?”

I nodded silently.

“Must be your boyfriend or husband to be that upset.”

“My husband,” continue reading …