Sometimes you make bad decisions, and you don't realize how bad they are until it's too late.Like leaving the love of my life because I thought it was the right thing to do.Or marrying an asshole who kept me barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen, away from my friends and family.Or making excuses for his behavior.When I got a chance to fix it, by escaping and coming home, I had to take it. Even though it meant swallowing my pride.And to pour salt into an open wound, the man I was in love with became my savior when my van broke down.Life is finally looking up.Until I discover that all the best decisions in the world don't make up for the secret I'd kept.