Ten years ago I cheated on my husband and our relationship was never the same. Despite of this, we went on to have two more children – two beautiful girls to our already two rambunctious boys – and I thought our relationship had healed. The clincher was, I had fallen in love with the man I cheated with, and I had lost my feelings for my adoring husband. My guilt and shame led me to breakdown after breakdown, and eventually, I couldn’t even do basic chores. I went on to take strong psychoactive medications and one night, after an especially destructive day, I wanted to take a bottle of pills to end my life for good. I asked my husband to take me to the hospital, where I was taken to a psych ward and while I was in there, my husband filed for divorce and kicked me out, which would have left me homeless. Luckily, there was a nice man who was the manager of an adult foster home who was willing to take me in and give me a new but temporary home. It took a while to get used to staying in a place that was supervised at all times but with my medications changed and new people around me I began to enjoy my new life. I was allowed to visit with the kids occasionally and somewhat rebuild my relationship with my now ex-husband, which was comforting.