Let me start from the beginning, back when I was twenty-four and naive enough to believe that love conquered all. I met Jason Carter at my cousin’s wedding. He was the best man, I was the maid of honor, and we had that classic movie meet-cute over a spilled glass of champagne. He was everything I thought I wanted: a stable job in finance, his own house, and a stated desire for a big family someday. He seemed like the answer to prayers I didn’t even know I was praying.