I came home from my trip. My key didn’t fit the lock. I called my husband Mike: ‘What’s going on?’ He said: ‘The house is gone. I filed for divorce. It’s for your own good.’ I smiled and hung up. Then I texted my lawyer: ‘They took the bait. File everything now.’
When my flight landed in Phoenix after a week at a marketing summit in Seattle, I told myself the break had been good for me. Maybe some space would help Caleb and me fix whatever had been falling apa…