Yes, I still can’t bring myself to call you by your name. You were the woman who tried to steal my husband, James, and the father of my children. Yes, James was foolish to have “fallen” for you, but this isn’t about him—it’s about YOU. You’re the one who lost out. In my eyes (and in the eyes of many others), you’re just a bad memory now. But here’s how I found peace and happiness after the storm.