Standing in front of that house, I had an out-of-body experience. I was transported back to 1978, when Jeffrey and I had sat on those front steps, uncertain if our marriage had a future—when he was still hopeful, but I had serious doubts. I didn’t have a crystal ball then, so I had no way of knowing the real stakes, that walking away would have meant missing out on a lifetime of happiness. I felt sick thinking I came this close to losing Jeffrey and the life we shared. Rationally, I knew we created a better outcome by discussing our issues and working together to solve them. Still…what if?
