honeymoon

On our honeymoon, I woke in the middle of the night to find my husband turned away from me, cradling a small wooden box as though it were something precious. He said it held his late ex-girlfriend’s ashes. As he went to shower, I opened it — and what I found inside made me pack my bags and ask for a divorce before sunrise.

As I woke up that night, the first thing I noticed was the emptiness beside me. The hotel room was dark, painted with thin lines of moonlight filtering through the curtains. Ryan, my new husband, wasn’t holding me like he had fallen asleep doing just hours before. Instead, he was turned away, his broad back […]