Unwound Free from the Perfect Trap

I was born a perfectionist.

From maintaining a flawless GPA growing up, to holding myself to the highest standards, I made sure I was in peak condition every single day before stepping out the door.

When it came to marriage, I chose Julian Vance, the man everyone hailed as the perfect husband.

On our first wedding anniversary, Julian, a man who was never late, kept me waiting for two hours.

When he finally walked in, I spotted a distinct, dark red smudge of barbecue sauce on his crisp white shirt.

I knew right then. The woman he had never truly let go of was back.