“In that instant, he saw it in my eyes--the second I decided to divorce him. He dropped to his knees crying, apologizing over and over. I got up and cradled his head to my chest. We both knew it was over. His temper was something he had struggled with his whole life. He had once told me that he was afraid to get married because of it and that he didn't deserve me. I only wish I had of listened to him.”