One Saturday evening, my husband and I were headed out to a party for one of his friends. While rushing to get ready, we got into a big, ugly fight. Our worst yet.
Words were said. Tempers flared. We were both hurt and angry.
The sitter arrived and we walked out the door. Out of anger, we each got in our separate cars and drove away, neither knowing where the other was headed. He tried calling me to work it out, but we were unrelenting.
Like toddlers, we agreed he should go to the party alone. “Fine.” “Fine!”
There I was, dressed up on a Saturday night with nowhere to go. I couldn’t go home alone and explain myself, so I pulled into a parking lot, put the car in park and crumbled. I was devastated.
Tears streaming down my face, I reached for my phone to text a friend.
I started to text and immediately realized, she was …