I think once my youngest is finished with school, I am going to give my husband the divorce he asks for every time we argue. I am sick of feeling like a failure, and I know there is a better life out there. I will go away, and he will never see me again. That’s what he says he wants, so that’s what he will get. No more crying from me, he doesn’t deserve my tears. I regret the wedding I didn’t get because we couldn’t afford it. I missed out on trying on dresses and picking bridesmaids, and have to be OK with that. 10 more years.