58, and at the supermarket checkout I run into the woman whose husband I stole away—then I finally see the price of my happiness.

Im 58 now, and the other day I was at the checkout when I recognised a woman whod once taken my husband away and I saw exactly what my own happiness had cost me. It didnt start with her face, but with her hands. Thin, dry, veins standing out. She was loading the belt with […]