My ex-husband, Dan, and I were married for eight years, with two kids and a cozy house I inherited from my grandmother. I thought we were happy—until I found out Dan was cheating.
I forgave him once. The second time, I filed for divorce before he could even apologize. The process was brutal but simple: the house was mine, our 50/50 finances left no disputes, and Dan insisted I take full custody because he didn’t want “the responsibility.”