Today I am thankful that I know other homeless activists: There are some people I can't even try to help. Well, there is one person. So - I signed divorce papers the summer of '13. This was after seven years of being told that our relationship was over. This was after 12 years of (pretty much) sleeping apart. My ex-husband played a lot of games to keep me with him. He wanted a.....what did he call it? a "fake marriage"....shoot, I don't remember now. It was as if we put on a show for the world. He did a lot of crazy crap to keep me here. He'd threaten to kill himself. He'd lie and say he was having life threatening health issues and ask me to stay until the surgeries were over. There were no surgeries. Once he let go of a handle on the back of a semi. This caused him to fall to the ground and shatter his right wrist. The way he described it to me, it was intentional. ...