I had the perfect life.
Beautiful and loving husband.Three gorgeous little girls. Successful career.
The only thing missing was the white picket fence. I really wanted that fence.
Three years ago, I lost that life. I lost my husband. And I lost myself. But, eventually, I found my way through the darkness. I've made peace with my new life. I have my girls, and that's all that matters. They are my world. I have no illusions of ever falling in love again or getting whisked away on a white horse.
But then he came back into my life. On a freakin' motorcycle.
There's no way I'll let him turn my life completely upside down. Absolutely no way.
The question is...
How long can I keep pretending that I'm happy with my life being right-side up?