Thirty-three days ago, my husband and I separated. It was a decision we made together, but one even six months ago I never thought possible. We've been married for 8 years and together for more than twice that. We have the most beautifully hilarious 3-year-old and a home that is exactly like the ones we always dreamed of. We were supposed to have a life together. I never expected it would be perfect or easy or even always happy. But I also never believed I could even imagine my life without him in it. And then one day this past summer, I suddenly could.