The second I walked out the door, I called Nicholas. Right after we hung up, he pulled up in his car to get me.
Seeing him was the breaking point. I just threw myself into his arms and sobbed.
Before this, I'd been so stubborn about divorcing Brandon, but I kept backing down for the sake of our son.
Turns out, my constant giving in only invited more of his toxic, humiliating behavior.
Now, I'd finally made up my mind to end this seven-year marriage.
It was exactly what I wanted, but my god, it still hurt like hell.
If I actually went through with this, my son would become a product of a broken home. In the end, I failed to give him that perfect, complete family.
Nicholas held me close, rubbing my back. "Joanna, hey, don't cry. You've still got me."
Thinking about the custody battle
