I remember the moment that I knew for sure that it was over. I stood there in the middle of the living room floor, not really listening to him speak, and simply thinking “How the hell can I get out of this?” Yet, I went with the motions of going to couples therapy and discussing how we could make it work.
The truth was, I didn’t want to make it work. Too much had transpired to even try and stay in the marriage. The problem was, the way out was a divorce. My parents had gotten one, I had a few friends that had divorced, but this was me. Everyone thought that my ex-husband and I had something perfect. It was far from that…..
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