Goosy had gone through too much. His dad and I were separating, but it was beautiful, because I knew there was someone out there who was better for my husband than me. And when his tears finally stopped, he said that it was true, and it was time for him to say it out loud—that if he was being honest, the partner who was best for him was not a woman but a man. So, we held onto each other for dear life, like nothing would ever change, until we couldn’t hold on any longer, and we moved past shame, and we moved past betrayal and into an empty space where neither of us knew who we belonged to...