Well, it’s been just over a week since my divorce was final. Everything that I had planned for was just washed away with that short ten-minute hearing. The countless I love you, the long kisses, the companionship, it’s all gone. The only thing left is a broken heart, and my three and a half days a week with my two-year-old son. I love him more than anything, but when she tells you that she’s wanted a divorce for years, it really leaves a burn mark on your heart.

I would have done absolutely anything for her, and I did. I worked overnights for nearly two years, so she could have time with our child. When she got fired from her job, I began to work extra shifts so that she could go to college and chase her dream of becoming a clinical social worker. I did everything I could to make our relationship work. Did I saint? Hell no. I could have been kinder and more understanding, but I never cheated on her I never cussed her, and I never ever laid a hand on her.