My Ex Was My Best Investment

Standing on that familiar street corner for the third time, the fog finally lifted.

The marriage contract—that piece of paper I’d treated like a holy relic—was worthless. Ewan was right about that. But what he never understood was that those four words of his, tossed out like spare change, had cost me two separate lifetimes of youth.

The same "chance" encounters. The same blurred lines and late-night invitations. I was foolish enough to say yes twice. He used to praise me for being "sensible," for my "grace," and my "boundless patience."