They say love shows up when you least expect it — and for the first time in years, I let myself believe that might be true. But on one quiet December night, a single handwritten note shattered everything I thought I knew about the man I was falling for.
I’m a 41-year-old woman.And if you’d asked me a year ago whether I’d ever believe in love again, I would’ve laughed so hard I’d have choked on my iced coffee!After two failed marriages, I was certain that love was a myth.Both of my marriages started like rom-coms and ended in courtrooms.One of my ex-husbands even tried to get my condo in the divorce, like he ever paid the mortgage! After that, I had one long relationship that was more like a slow-burning candle that finally sputtered out when neither of us cared to relight it.
