It wasn't until I saw him, sitting in my world, my home, that I realized how much he truly does resemble my first husband.
It was entirely too much...the coffee table, the boy, the drawing, the sound of the shower. Suddenly I was in a parallel universe. The sickening thought washed over me... as though I had reached into my own memory, pulling chunks into reality and was 18 again, with a second chance of getting it right, of being able to save him.
I was unable to convince myself of exactly who "him" was.
Suddenly it all seemed very wrong and once again, I seriously questioned my sanity.