At 34 weeks pregnant, I was jolted awake by my husband’s urgent cries, and by morning, I knew I had to file for divorce.
With our baby due in two weeks, I should be excited, but my heart is heavy. I’m Mary, and this is the story of how one night changed everything.
Daniel and I had five good years of marriage—until my fire anxiety became too much. After losing my mom’s house and our dog in a fire, I double-checked everything obsessively. Daniel called it paranoia, but I couldn’t risk it, not with our baby coming.