Get a divorce, that is. Every single cell of my being, every bit of my soul rebels at the notion. I am having a difficult time gaining perspective, of asking how the man who loved me so much could do something that even he was obviously unhappy about. I know that he cried about it, I know that he was unhappy about it, because even though I didn't know exactly what he was filing as I was leaving we spent some time together that day and so I saw the aftermath of it.
I know this isn't exactly a new phenomenon, and that I'm far from the first to do this. But it is a brand new thing to me, & therefore a new pain.
And frankly losing a marriage on top of losing a pregnancy sucks so much it's on its own level, I think.