I Had A Secret Teenage Romance. It Wasn’t Until Years Later That I Realised What Really Happened.

The author's yearbook photo from her sophomore year of high school (1996).

“I can’t stop thinking about him,” my client said. “I even daydream about our wedding.”

She stared at me intently from across the coffee table where our two cups of peppermint tea sat untouched. When I didn’t respond, she lowered her voice and said, “I just feel like we’re meant to be together.”

I’d been counselling this client long enough to know the “him” to whom she was referring was not her husband of 15 years.