When my wife told me that she wanted a divorce a year ago, it seemed like the end of the world to me. We'd been together since our sophomore year at college and had gone through the ups and downs of a typical marriage in the nine years since we graduated.
I thought we were typical, anyway. What I guess I hadn't realized was that we'd gotten lazy and taken each other for granted.
Like most people do over time, we'd each gained some weight - I was carrying a bigger beer belly around than I liked - and our passion for each other had mellowed a bit, I suppose.
We worked, we took care of the house, played with our pets and went out on the weekends, like most people. No kids, thank God. I thought (when I bothered to think about it at all) that everything was fine in our marriage until Sharon
