The Desperate Ways I Tried to Save My Marriage

And how they failed

Photo by Author. Assortment of rashly purchased expensive cocktail mixers.

“…to be honest, the cheating, lying fucker doesn’t deserve good undies.” The message read in part to a men’s underwear company a month after my husband left the house.

Almost three years later, I stand by this message.

My response to the betrayal, this time — every time — was to find an outside source to validate…