I can promise that I will no longer abandon myself to preserve the appearance of a happy marriage.
Because the most important thing I learned that Sunday morning was not that my husband had lied to me.
It was that I had spent too long believing his choices determined my worth.
They didn’t.
His dishonesty was his responsibility.
My healing was mine.
And my future belonged to me.
For twenty-three years, I believed that fighting for my marriage meant never giving up on my husband. Now I understand that sometimes
