Raised and now living in one of those churchy families that seem to have it all together, I was as shocked as anyone else when I looked around and realized that my marriage had crumbled into a million little pieces.

My husband and I were reeling from a series of stressful events and finally looked at each other and had to decide if staying married would be worth the battle.

We were fairly new in our town — one of the many stressors of the time — and I hadn’t had much of an opportunity to make friends. Now my best friend, my husband, was just as broken and wounded as I was and unable to offer comfort and counsel. It was, unquestionably, the loneliest time of my adult life.