I Left a “Good Man” When I Realized I Was His Life Manager

same room for the first time in years.

Mike signed too.

He sat back, staring at the papers like they were a death certificate.

Maybe they were.

Not of love.

Of a version of love that required a woman to disappear to keep a man comfortable.

Outside, the air was cold. I walked to my car alone.

I sat in the driver’s seat and put my hands on the steering wheel.continue reading …