I divorced just last month. I've been running a restaurant for the past three years. I don't have children. I first got pregnant in my fourth year of marriage, but I miscarried at eight months. The cause was trauma from suddenly being hit in the abdomen by a swinging door handle while out. The tiny life that should have had us holding hands together is gone forever, never to return. There was no more sex. My husband would insult me publicly. The man who once vowed to spend his life with me gradually destroyed my heart with his ugly behavior... Today is the last day I'll wear my wedding ring. Please take care of me.