I was married for 10 years. Divorced 6 years. 10 yo son. Before we were married but we were engaged I moved my ex out of her apartment into mine. It was January 2nd in Chicago and the temperature was negative 4 degrees. The year was 2005. I rented a U-Haul. We came upon a woman lying prone in the middle of an alley. My fiancé was adamant that we should back up and find a different route. That moment is when I should have broken up with her. But of course I didn’t and she ruined the best years of my life. The woman was abused and broken. I took her to a hospital. No clue what happened to her but she seemed relieved to have support.