It was only when I found out that ex-husband was in love with someone else that I realised that it had been years since I’d felt anything but platonic affection for him. I guess I was too caught up with the kids, and my job, and also my depression.
I was devastated when my marriage ended, but not because I felt I was losing the great love of my life. It was because of the way things unravelled. Things got ugly and everyone behaved badly. So badly.
Who would have predicted it? Things happen. People change. Love (whether we’re falling into or out of it) makes fools and monsters out of most of us.
If only someone would warn us, but then, if they did, would we believe them?