“We have been in couples therapy enough different times for me to know that I hate being in couples therapy with him because he never changes... But now we are desperate, so I've capitulated.

I delegated finding a therapist to my husband... We get to the office. The sign on the door says 'Divorce Law Offices' and there is a list of people with Esq's at the end.”

“One day in February of 1985, I told him I wanted a divorce. The next day he was dead, killed almost instantly when his compact car was hit by a semi truck on a dark stretch of highway.”