This is me daily.  It's not meant to sound so dramatic.  It's not like I am sitting in the corner of the room crying and rocking back and forth.  Most of the time anyway. Let me start by saying at one point I did not like change.  As in, it would send me into a panic attack just thinking about any minor change.  And honestly for the first many years of our marriage, not much changed.  Mark worked.  I stayed home.  We had kids.  We lived in the same house.  My sister was in Olathe.  My parents were down the street.  There were bumps along the way, of course.  Some bigger and harder than others.  But the course remained really fairly steady for years. Then we hit a huge bump.  I was unhappy in the marriage.  I made poor choices.  And I filed for divorce.  Made the decision to put the kids in public school.  Mark moved out for a time.  It was a mess.  With time and work, and me being unreasonable for some time, we began to put things back together.  That was five years a