It was very late at night. He couldn't talk. I knew he was crying. The next several calls were also late at night, and he expressed deep remorse for what he had done to me and the kids. He said he wanted to die, didn't deserve to live. I was very concerned that he might take his life, and I did a lot of praying during that period of time.
This is exactly what happened in my situation, too.
Most of us really marry only once. First love endures, even unto our dying day. And we never really divorce.
