Everything I thought I would say, I didn’t. I anxiously waited to meet with my counselor to discuss the demise of my marriage. I had my tears on ready and my anger set to trigger; just waiting to let her eavesdrop on the conversation in my head; the inner banter about how I found out that my husband was living a double life for years and within thirty days of our divorce, he was engaged. How was I supposed to help my girls navigate this dysfunction? The pain and agony of realizing that the last twenty years of my life was an illusion, of sorts, was bewildering.