How I (Re)Fell In Love With My Husband

by Judith Newman

“Well, of course that child would be dead to me,” he said.

“Oh come on,” I replied. “You’re kidding, right?” Before we met, after all, Benjamin had been engaged to an Episcopalian.

“No, I certainly am not,” he said, his perfect skin blotching a little. “I would forget I ever knew him.”

My poor parents. They had already spent thousands to reserve the banquet hall.

John and I continued our grim drive back into New York City. It was almost midnight, the first New Year’s we’d gone out since our boys were born. We’d had a memorably awful time. I finally broke the silence.