Four years ago today, my husband took me to dinner at Cracker Barrel and afterwards we sat in our car for an hour and a half while he told me he was in love with someone he worked with and wanted a divorce. Today is our Dday, it’s still painful to remember. And before anyone tells me I should forget it, the truth of the matter is, I can’t. I’ve tried. But every year, I find myself inexplicably sad the closer this date nears . And then I remember why. And am sad and hurt all over again. 1/3