I thought the hardest thing I’d ever do for my husband was give him a piece of my body—until life showed me what he’d really been doing behind my back.
I never thought I’d be the person typing one of these at 2 a.m., but here we are.
I’m Meredith, 43. Until recently, I would’ve said my life was… good. Not perfect, but solid.
I met Daniel when I was 28. He was charming, funny, the kind of guy who remembered your coffee order and your favorite movie quote. We got married two years later. We had Ella, then Max. Suburban house, school concerts, Costco trips.