I secretly went to our country house without telling my husband to find out what he was doing there. When I opened the door, I was overcome with real horror

in these moments of reflection that I realized something crucial: I had to make a decision, one way or the other. I could no longer live in this limbo, unable to let go, unable to move forward. It wasn’t fair to either of us.

The decision didn’t come easily. I knew that if I chose to stay with Mark, it would be a long road ahead—one filled with healing,continue reading …