My husband and I spent 36 years building a life together. Then, out of nowhere, he asked for a divorce. I thought that was the end of our story—until a single notification turned everything upside down.
36 years.
Through sickness and health, through every twist and turn life had thrown at us, we always faced it together. Or so I thought.
On the night of our 36th wedding anniversary, I believed I was the luckiest woman in the world.
The restaurant was packed with our closest friends and family, the air filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Troy and I danced in the center of the room, just like we had on our wedding night, swaying to our favorite song. Our children cheered, their phones up, capturing the moment.
“You still move like you’re 25,” Troy whispered in my ear, his hand resting gently on my waist.
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