Have You Ever

If you ask the people in our community why my ex-husband and I got divorced, they'll give you a tidy answer—a story wrapped in the kind of tragic romance that makes betrayal almost palatable. Three years ago, I fell in love with someone else . It’s simple, digestible, something they can whisper about over coffee or roll their eyes at in private. How predictable , they’ll say. They still judge, of course, but there’s an undeniable poetry in it. A narrative that fits neatly into their understanding of love, loss, and human folly. But it isn’t what happened. Few people know that for two years before I finally left, I was actively trying to get a divorce—pushing against invisible walls, screaming silently into a void that refused to listen. What they don’t know is that our marriage wasn’t just unravelling—it had already collapsed in on itself, trapping me in its wreckage. For six months, anxiety ruled me. Every day was a battlefield against my own thoughts. At times, I considere...