It was autumn 2009. I wasn't happy. I felt alone. I wanted to feel like I had a friend in my husband. I needed more than a steady income and an occasional babysitter for our kids while I ran errands. He declined my request, saying this wasn't something he could do.
Purple. I felt purple. It was beyond the darkness of the blues you get when you’re going through hard times. It bruised my heart like a beyond-the-blues beating. Hadn’t life already doled out my fair share of troubles and murky shadows laced with leprous legions of brokenness?
I guess not. Life wasn't finished with me yet.
It’s been a year since my life changed. Since my worst nightmare came true. A year since I lost my husband.
I was blindsided when he said he wanted a divorce. When I woke up that morning, I didn’t know that was the last day. That he had been that unhappy. That the life I thought we had was a different story from the one he thought we had.