On the morning that should have celebrated our thirtieth wedding anniversary, I made a choice that would forever alter the course of both our lives: I asked Zack for a divorce.
For him, it must have felt as though the ground had disappeared beneath him – sudden, bewildering, and impossible to understand.
What he didn’t know was that for years, I had quietly carried the burden of an unhappiness I could no longer ignore. With our youngest child finally independent, the quiet of our home forced me to confront feelings I had long suppressed, and I realized I could no longer pretend everything was fine.
