I was married for seventeen years and then I wasn’t. This wasn’t some tragic tale of betrayal or addiction or finding your husband with the babysitter. It was worse than that. It was the realization that two people can love each other and still dissolve.
What I discovered about reframing those seventeen years will either save your marriage or end it. Either way, you’ll thank me. But first, let me tell you exactly what went wrong in mine and how it could have been prevented.