Ten years ago we broke up loudly and messily: scandals, court, betrayal. And now our daughter is going to get married, so my ex and I inevitably have to meet and look each other in the eye. I’m no longer the quiet girl who was ready to humiliate herself and shut her eyes to his “on the side” trips. I changed—and now I have to understand what he has become.
Exes. On edge. Painful. Complicated and ambiguous. Even grown-ups make mistakes—and still have the right to love.