The Summer of Rebecca

Swipe, Sunshine, Spark and Surrender

The night my husband David and I agreed to separate, I felt an odd mix of relief and uncertainty. Sixteen years together, sixteen years of trying to bridge an unbridgeable gap, had finally ended with a calm, reasoned conversation on the couch. We didn’t scream or hurl accusations; we simply acknowledged what we both already knew—we were done.

The next mo…