My daughter married my ex-husband — but on their wedding day, my son pulled me aside and said, “Mom, there’s something you need to know about Arthur.” I married young. I was twenty when I had my first daughter, and two years later my son was born. My first husband and I spent seventeen years together. We grew up side by side, survived chaos, raised babies, and eventually broke under the weight of everything we never learned to say. Five years after the divorce, I met Arthur. He was thirty-eight,