The Husband That Got Away

He’s right in front of me.

Photo by Ryan Franco on Unsplash

I adore my husband. I think you should know that first.

We met nearly ten years ago because my first teenage love died, and there was a memorial service at his wife’s house. My husband was his best friend for practically his whole life. Upon talking to him, we discovered that our years living in Pompano Beach were on the periphery of each other the whole time, yet…