Divorced, lonely and humiliated — that was me. What was a 24-year- old woman to do? As I lay on my cold, double bed alone, I spent nights hugging my pillow, wondering where I went wrong? I tried to find reasons, but nothing made sense. What could I possibly have done to lose his love? My pillowcase knew my tears all too well. I fought tooth and nail to win him back, until the penny finally dropped: I deserved better.
Today, my tears of sadness are now tears of happiness. I have been happily married to my husband for six years now. Every anniversary that passes is a reminder of the day my sorrow turned to joy, and every tear that I had once cried in pain has finally been forgotten.”