A recalled few weeks after our wedding, my ex and I accompanied my parents to a speaking engagement at our congregation. A blond, young, and beautiful woman spoke about her experience as a journalist in a women"s shelter in the Middle East.
There was a cocktail reception afterward. My ex accompanied me to our table and told me he would be coming right back.
I greeted friends who stopped by our table and decided to walk around and mingle after a while. I was comfortable socializing without my ex, as I had always been in my previous relationships.
I chatted with friends and my parents and saw my ex walking towards us. I reached for his hand, welcoming him with a smile.
My ex held my hand briefly, and then he asked my parents if they could give me a ride home.
I asked him, "Why?" He took
