I was tired. Weary. Losing hope.   How could my husband, Wade, not see that I was trying to do better? Be a better wife? It felt useless to even try any more. Maybe we weren’t going to make it. Neither of us wanted a divorce, but were we doomed to live in a loveless, lonely marriage the rest of our lives?   Wade and I had been married for 11 years, and the last few years of struggle were wearing on me. I would have moments of encouragement and resolve to press on, but most of the time I felt...