Redivivus
On October 25, 2003, I was left at the altar. Not literally, of course. My fiancé, Brad, was kind enough to telephone me the evening before and inform me that the wedding we'd been planning for over a year was not going to happen. "I'm sorry, Casey. I just can't do it," he whined. I was shocked, of course, and speechless. Since I said nothing, Brad continued. "I'm so, so sorry. I think you're a wonderful girl, and I only want the best for you in life. I hope you know that." Still,...