After 27 years of marriage, my husband, Frank, told me I had let myself go and that he wanted a divorce because he had found another woman. That evening, I had prepared his favorite dinner, chicken pot pie, but he refused to sit at the table. When I asked if there was someone else, he admitted it and told me she made him feel alive again. Then he looked me up and down and said I no longer took care of myself. I asked him where I had gone all those years while raising our children, caring for his mother, and maintaining our home. He had no answer. He packed his suitcases and walked away, leaving me alone with the memories of our 27 years toget…Continue Reading
