“When are we going to give up?” I sank to the couch and leaned over my knees. “We make each other miserable.” “Everything’s fine.” The scratchy depth in my husband’s tone reflected just how far from fine we were. “Wouldn’t you rather be with someone who makes you happy?” “I am happy.” He retreated to the kitchen. “I made dinner. Call the kids.” Divorce averted—for now. Click Here to Read the Rest on Crosswalk.Com