12 Years of Love… Then His Secret Came Out

I went on a trip to Israel, a summer singles mission, because where else do you go meet nice Jewish boys, right? And on that flight, I sat next to a boy who I wound up marrying. And when we very first started dating, he told me we were going to get married and have three daughters. And guess what? We got married, and we have three daughters. And my life really was a storybook. It still is, by the way. But. But that beginning part was delicious. It was romantic. He wined and dined me. We had our babies. We went away for long weekends. We traveled with the kids, without the kids. Twelve years into my marriage, when I found out that my husband, the first great love of my life, who I still love and adore and treasure, but that he had fallen in love with someone else. And the someone else was a man.