I Married My Best Friend—Days Before Our Fifth Anniversary, I Heard Him Say, “She Walked Right Into My Trap”

the kid who shared his crayons when mine broke.

I was the kid who saved him a seat at lunch.

When someone made fun of my oversized glasses in fourth grade, Matthew shoved the boy into the dirt.

“I don’t care if I get detention,” he muttered afterward. “Nobody gets to make you cry, Ashley.”

That was Matthew.

Protective. Patient. Steady.

Everyone adored him.continue reading …