When I walked into the lawyer’s office to file for divorce, my hands were trembling. I kept asking myself, how did we get here? We had children together, we had built a home, and yet, I felt more alone in my marriage than I ever did when I was single.

My husband wasn’t a bad man. He provided for us, at least on the surface. But inside our marriage, I was drowning. For years, he had slowly drifted away from me. Work came first, his friends came second, and I was left at the bottom of the list, carrying the weight of parenting and household responsibilities alone. To read more Click here.