It was a cold and eerily silent night, probably around 3 o’clock in the morning. I remember it so vividly that it gives me chills every time I think of it. The sound of my luggage wheels crackling over the cobblestone street in Minneapolis. Tears streamed down my face, my heart was heavy, and anger filled every inch of my body. I had just found out my wife was having an emotional affair and I made the decision to leave our apartment and fly back to Dallas. I was ready to get a divorce.
