The Marriage Lie

by Kimberly Belle

but my job has taught me nurture wins out every time. Especially when it’s lacking. The more messed up the parents, the more messed up the kid. It’s really that simple.

This is what death does. It forces intimacy at the same time it snatches it away.

unfair that losing your husband means also losing your beauty.

Haven’t I lost enough?

Whoever said God doesn’t give you more than you can handle was full of shit, because this—this grief that slams me over and over like a Mack truck, this weight of missing Will that presses down on all sides until I can’t breathe—is going to kill me.

“I thought he’d never leave,” a familiar voice says from right behind me, and my heart stops.