he wanted a divorce. My kids were three and one year of age. I was heart-broken which quickly carried over to the anger and rage stage I stayed stuck in far too long.
I was physically starved for food. Emotionally starved for love. And spiritually starved for understanding and peace from the constant pain in my chest from a world turned upside down in one single horrible conversation.As I did my usual grocery shopping early that morning, I tried to put on my bravest face.