It is 9 am and I am running late to a meeting at work. I am in my white dress, the one I reach for whenever I need a confidence boost. I have been feeling a little under the weather lately. Last evening I had spied some texts on Steve’s phone that had set my stomach on fire. And my heart hurts somewhat. We had then had a huge fight with him swearing it was nothing and me wanting to throw him out immediately. The fight had ended on a stalemate, but I wasn’t going to stress so much over it, after all, divorce is really never out of the question. Yes, divorce. It isn’t such a taboo anymore. I love Steve, I really do. But I have just never been the kind of girl to get possessive or insecure. Yes he is my husband now and it isn’t as easy a breakup as with a boyfriend but if by God he doesn’t stop flirting with girls, something he says is harmless, he will find his belongings packed outside the door one day very soon. Thank God we will have no child custody issues, maybe a quarrel over who gets to keep the beloved PlayStation and stack of games.