Playing Hard to Get?

In August I got a divorce. I didn’t want a divorce but I got one nonetheless. By the time it was official, it had been nine months since my former husband moved out of our home. It had been 11 months since he announced he wanted to move out. And it had been 15 months since he asked me one Friday evening if I was happy. (Yes, I was at the time but the question struck fear in my heart and pretty much marked the beginning of the end for us.)