"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
The cost of depression to our family was too high. The risk of permanent damage to myself, our marriage, and our precious kids’ hearts was real. I was too weak to reach out for help, so he took authority and insisted on change.
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"Well-meaning onlookers worried we’d given up any chance of financial security or a complete education. They wondered if our immaturity doomed the marriage to failure. Our motives, timing, and common sense were questioned as our baby-faced selves stood up at the altar."