“My best friend for 37 years asked me to take one last photo together during our vacation… as friends. When I asked him why he was saying “last,” he smiled and replied, “Because tomorrow you will find out who I really am…”

Sometimes people ask me if I can ever forgive her.

I don’t have an answer yet.

Because betrayal isn’t only about discovering that your best friend had an affair with your husband.

For me, the most painful part was something else.s

For twelve years, every single day, they both had the opportunity to tell me the truth.

And for twelve years, every single day, they both chose to remain silent.