My name is Sarah, and for months, I believed my marriage was over. My husband and I had been drifting apart for years, and the final blow came after a big argument that left both of us angry and hurt. He walked out that day, and I didn’t know if he would ever come back. I felt like everything I had built with him — our love, our home, our memories — was gone forever.
At first, I tried to convince myself to move on. I focused on work, on my children, on surviving each day without him. But nights were the hardest. I would lie awake, thinking about all the happy times we once shared and wondering how we had fallen so far. I questioned myself endlessly: Was it my fault? Could I have done more? Was our marriage doomed?…CONTINUE READING
