My friend once said, “The towel rack fell off the wall one day. That’s when I knew it was over.” Often, it’s the little things that tip the scales. When my “towel rack” fell, I hadn’t known it was coming. My trust and my heart shattered, more than seems physically possible. This story isn’t about divorce, but rather about love. Allow me to set the stage, the one that determined my next decades. Continue reading “The Dance”