After five years of dating, I thought I knew him. Shortly after the marriage, I realized I did not know who he was. Getting deeper into the marriage, it never made any sense. I stayed and tried to keep working for the marriage; after all, I’d taken a vow. Why all the arguments? Why the disagreements? What was happening? Peaceful times seemed fleeting. “It wasn’t all bad,” I thought. That was until thirty-three years of marriage, approaching thirty-four years and half of my life was quickly approaching. Then he went to Hawaii without me on what was to have been my 68th birthday celebration. It nearly broke me, but now I understood who and what he was. I realized it was time for me to look out for me.