Who Am I If I'm Not Working On a Book?

Hey if you read even a sentence of this, can you go down and heart it because I'm a creature in need of validation and also is anyone reading this? The hearts tell me you did or at least pretended to

When my marriage fell apart spectacularly almost twelve years ago, I definitely felt like a failure. How did I fuck it up so badly with someone I dearly loved? How had we come to hate each other so much that we could barely sit on the couch together and choose a TV show to watch? Was I that impossible to be around? What even were these roles called husb…