He Missed My Surgery When I Needed Him Most—What the Surgeon Handed Me Wasn’t From Him

a photograph of Eric, but not the Eric I knew. This Eric was younger, maybe seven or eight years ago, wearing a tuxedo I’d never seen. He was smiling that devastating smile that had first attracted me to him, but his arm was around a woman who wasn’t me.

She was beautiful—blonde, sophisticated, with kind eyes and a genuine smile that reached them. continue reading …