I almost filed for divorce last Tuesday. I was sitting in my car, staring at the paperwork, convinced that “the spark” was gone. I felt numb. I drove to my parents’ house instead—seeking a place to hide, or maybe just looking for an excuse to delay the inevitable. My parents, Margaret and Jimmy, have been married for 52 years. They are the kind of American couple you see in

February 3, 2026 admin 0

I almost filed for divorce last Tuesday. I was sitting in my car, staring at the paperwork, convinced that “the spark” was gone. I felt […]