Living in the shadow of HIS EX-WIFE

Hunting for a roll of sticky tape, I came across a photograph in a drawer, face up in a silver frame. I had never seen the woman in the picture before, yet I knew at once who she was. Her hair was light brown and there was a soft smile on her lips.

I knew who she must be — because there was a man, too, a man half turned away from the camera towards the woman, while she looked up at him adoringly. The man was my then-boyfriend — now husband — and the woman, his ex-wife.

At that moment, standing in my boyfriend’s flat, I felt the same as than me?