My #1 piece of advice for someone getting divorced

I learned it the hard way.

Can’t buy me love

I made lawyers rich. I bought them cars, memberships for golf courses. I tore my family apart. Hurt the kids. Lost a small fortune. I fell into a glorious all-American thirst trap and sent my life off the rails into hell.

I stood on a bridge high above the river and leaned toward the dark waters.

I did all this because I was sitting in bars and drinking every night. I was rolling off walls. I was falling into bed and keeping to the edge so I would never, ever touch the person next to me.

We were miserable. We were not meant to be married. Never were. I didn’t make a mistake. I walked into it with arrogance, not love. I thought I could fix it. I am the world’s most naïve human. It feels that way sometimes.

I had this successful life and putting one foot in front of the other was hell.

It was killing her; it was killing me; it was hurting my kids. Not all the money in the world could fix it.

So I made the call.

You’re 911

I have no regrets about all this. I have no doubts. But when you reach a juncture like that, be careful. The world is full of wolves…