On our third wedding anniversary, I waited until dinner went cold.
My husband said he was away on business in Chicago.
At 1 a.m., I saw a photo posted by his childhood sweetheart—
their thirty-sixth trip together.
I didn’t cry.
I just commented, “Hope you two last forever.”
The next morning, he demanded I delete it and apologize to her.
That was when I stopped fighting.
After six years together, I sent him one final message—
I want a divorce.