A Familiar Stranger

by A.R. Torre

I just want to start off by saying that love wasn’t what caused all this. The murder, the double life, the lies . . . None of it was triggered from a lack of me loving my husband. It was from a lack of him loving me back.

Other men choose women they can’t live without. Mine chose a woman who was unlikely to live without him.

I almost envied the reckless disregard she had for other people’s impressions. She wanted something, she took it. She found something entertaining, she did it. She disliked someone, or something they did, she let her opinion be known.