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

trying to steady myself. “Mark, I’ve spent the last few weeks trying to figure out what I should do. I’ve thought about us, about everything we’ve been through. And I’ve realized that… I can’t live like this anymore. I can’t keep going back and forth, wondering what our future looks like.”

He nodded, his eyes filling with tears. “I understand. I don’t continue reading …