For me, the idea that I have been enduring a bad marriage for far too long, started with a wisper...a stray thought. Last year, out of the blue I developed anxiety disorder, which led to depression. It took me 6 month to figure out what was going on..and another 8 to get it mostly under control.while talking to a friend, I mentioned that I hadn't been feeling well. He went on to say his wife had been in bed all week with the flu and how badly he felt for her and how he was just trying to help as much as he could. I never thought much of it at the time, but that night while lying in bed the coversat ion came back to me....and before I could stop it I thought. "It must be nice to have someone who cares for you" The tears came bursting out of me...because deep down I knew that 19 years of marriage and my husband didn't really care for me. He cared that I didn't get my usual chores done.That my incredible dinners had downgraded to hotdogs and grilled cheese. And that I wasn't as organized with homework and kids activities. He cared that I didn't want to be intimate. But he DIDN'T care about my well being. 6 months I sat alone...and he only cared about how it affected his life. That small whisper kept haunting me. Getting louder and louder. Now i feel it yelling at me. Telling me that staying with him is slowly changing me. Stealing my light. My sparkle. A whisper is small but powerful. The beginning of change. And often...it is our soul trying to get our attention. So for all of you going through a tough time in your life...a cross roads in your journey. Just listen..your heart probably know the true answer...but right now it's just a wisper