After having two little girls only one and three years old at the time, my husband and I tried for a boy…and after only a short time, got pregnant with a boy. Our lives were busy, full, crazy, and on track. He was my high school sweet heart, my heart, my love. After a weekend away for his birthday, and two days before my girls birthdays while I was just six weeks pregnant…he tell me he wants a separation. Never had I felt a heart ache like this, never had I felt a physical pain in my chest where my heart was…never had I anticipated this coming. My third child was planned and now he wanted a separation. Devastation is too light of a word to even use to describe my emotions.