In my case, he wasn’t even working anymore. I went back to work so he could stay home with the kids — because I wanted to believe in him. I wanted to believe that maybe if I carried the weight for a while, he’d find himself again… that somehow love and patience would be enough. But it wasn’t. Instead, I came home every day to someone who had already checked out — not just of the marriage, but of us. And I kept trying… because that’s what you do when your heart still hopes. Until one day, I reali

I moved from New York City to Texas for my husband. Now, we're divorced, and I'm full of regret and far from home.