When my husband asked for a divorce, I was more furious than I’ve ever been. Then I realized that the only one suffering from my negativity was me.
Four years ago, I was having one of those amazing days with my family where everything went perfectly. I’d spent the weekend at a lake house with my husband of 16 years and our two kids. That night, after our son and daughter fell asleep, my husband and I snuggled and talked.
Then, in a moment I will remember forever, he asked, “How do you think we’re doing?” His tone gave me chills. I sat up, looked at him, and listened as he explained that he wasn’t in love with me anymore and wanted a divorce. And just like that, life as I knew it was over.
*For the full article please refer to Shape September 2011 Issue