Seven years into marriage, I was the epitome of blissful Mrs. Watkins in everyone's eyes.

Yet in his heart, there forever resided his first love.

And I knew, even before our vows, that woman was my best friend, yet I willingly said "I do."

There was a long time I was firmly convinced, that I could thaw his icy heart.

Until one day, lying on a cold hospital bed, comforting my own abdomen that still ached faintly from the recent abortion, I proposed divorce to him.