I was halfway to my mother-in-law’s house with freshly baked lasagna when my lawyer’s frantic call changed everything. “Go back home. NOW,” she shouted.
What I walked into that night exposed the ugly sides of two of the closest people in my life. I used to think my life was pretty stable. As a finance executive with a well-paying job, I had the kind of independence I’d always wanted.
Matt and I met eight years ago during a hiking trip organized by mutual friends. He was the kind of man who could charm a room without even trying. I remember how his easy smile made everyone laugh, even as we trudged up steep trails.
By the time the weekend ended, I was sure I’d just met one of the most intriguing people in my life. But we didn’t start dating right away. For two years, we stayed friends, texting back and forth, occasionally meeting for coffee, and sharing bits of our lives.
Matt was always fun to be around, even if I noticed a stubborn streak in him. He had this knack for insisting things go his way, whether it was the restaurant we picked for lunch or the plans we made for a weekend. I chalked it up to his confident personality and let it slide.Continue reading…