Even though I felt very alone in my marriage near the end, I wasn't physically alone. The moment my husband moved out, it suddenly struck me that I was now officially "alone". I was a single mother of 3. I felt the weight of the world originally on my shoulders in that instant. I wanted primary custody of my kids because they are my world. I wouldn't have had things any other way, but that instant responsibility hit me like a pile of bricks. I remember watching a lot of movies during the time that I came to this realization about mothers, divorce, responsibilities. Almost seeking out any answers, or enthusiasm for the idea. I wasn't glamourous, as some single moms seemed to be in the movies. I wasn't depressed, like others were betrayed. I was hopeful, and feeling as though I needed to prove myself. I wanted more, and better for them... and for me. I felt like during my first few weeks of being a single mom, I was transitioning everything. I d...