Seven years ago today, I married an amazing, intelligent, funny, godly, kind, and compassionate man.
In March 2011, he went to Iraq, and he did not come back.
In his place came an imposter who shared only some of the personality traits and very few of the personal values of the man I married.
So today, I will celebrate the marriage I had with that pre-Iraq man, the one who stole my heart and gave me two beautiful children, the one who stood by me through a roller coaster four years of moves and changing jobs. I will thank God for those good years and the man with whom I shared them.
For he is no longer with us. He died in Iraq.
That guy who came back with his name and face? I don’t know him. That guy filing for divorce? A total stranger.
I am a war widow.
If only the world could see.