We were revamping our marriage…or at least I was. My husband agreed to stay. So we stayed together and had our third little one, moved to a new city and started fresh. We had great things going on with his business, bought a beautiful house and had our third healthy child. Things were good, on the road to repair. I don’t regret a thing. I was young but not naive. I was hurt but strong and healing. Throughout the entire possible separation, I only told my sister in law and big brother…besides them I did not tell a soul, not even my best friend, not my mother, not my other brother, no one. I chose to struggle alone, it worked for me then and again, I don’t have regrets.