Seconds before boarding my flight, I posted one final announcement: “I’m divorcing my husband, effective today.” At that exact moment, my CEO husband was at the hospital beside his mistress as she gave birth to his child. His call came instantly – Welcome

trespassing.

Was I being petty?

Or had I finally decided I was tired of being invisible?

I chose the second answer.

My husband used to tease me about that contradiction.

I could send back his wrong restaurant order without hesitation.

I’d argue with a mechanic who overcharged Diane.

I’d defend anyone who needed me.

Anyone except myself.

Somewhere along the continue reading …