I remember the exact moment in my life in which I became an adult. Before it happened, I had assumed adulthood was quantified by credentials, like having a high school diploma, a driver's license, or a job.
Some divorce stories are really, really sad, some are confusing, some outrageous, some infuriating, and some horrifically shocking. But, I have found that there are some with happy endings, and some that are inspiring and hopeful.
Growing up, not getting older, and my quarter-life crisis was neither sports car nor flashy makeover, but a man with whom I enjoyed -- until I didn't enjoy it -- an affair, which is hard to execute when straddling two lives.