The Hidden Grief I Never Knew

We divorced.
He remarried.
Grief carried us in opposite directions, as it often does when it has nowhere to breathe.

Twelve years passed.

Then one morning, the phone rang.
Sam was gone. Sudden. No warning. No chance to mend the fractures left behind.

Days after his funeral, his new wife came to see me.

She sat at my kitchen table, hands trembling around a cup of untouched tea.
For a long moment, silence.
Then, in a voice barely holding together, she said:

“There’s something you deserve to know.”

My chest tightened.Continue reading…