There's something about having your own pathetic misery captured in pixel form that puts things in perspective. That's usually the moment you realize how you've deluded yourself into a false sense of peace in the midst of a sinking ship that is determined to take you down with it.
For me, it had dawned on me, as I stared at the photos on Aiden's phone, high quality images of my husband and the love of his wife. It had felt like the love that shone through their expressions mocked me and the truth hit me like a splash of icy cold water and I realized just how I've been clinging to the sinking ship that was our marriage.
And that it was time to let go, or I would drown and there would be no one to rescue me from a disaster of my own making. How had I let myself get to this point? How had
