He Left Our Kids and Me for His Mistress. Three Years Later, I Finally Found My Closure

you,” he whispered. “I would be grateful if they call.”

I tucked the paper into my pocket without looking at it.

As I walked back to my car, rain tapping softly around me, I felt something settle inside my chest.

It was not revenge.

It was closure.

I did not need his apology. I did not need his regret. I did not need his downfall to validate my survival.continue reading …