My husband let his friend convince him our children might not be his. I told myself if he crossed that line, our marriage was over.

The moment I understood my marriage might not endure wasn’t when my husband brought up a DNA test.

It was when he said he wanted one because his friend “raised some valid questions.”

That was the line that tore the room wide open.

We were in our kitchen in suburban Columbus, Ohio, on a Thursday night in early September. I had just finished packing lunches continue reading …