I was happy on my wedding day. I still look through the photos sometimes, to remind myself I didn't walk up the aisle full of doubts. That, no matter how it all ended three years later, it started with love. I cried when the officiant said "You are taking into your care and keeping the person in the all the world who you love best."

Almost four years have gone by since I drank wine and danced and sobbed my way through loving toasts to our happiness. My mother-in-law told a story about knowing I was "the one" by the way my husband talked about me. Now she's removed me from her Facebook friends.

We were not always kind to each other those three years. In the end, as we unravelled, we were both angry and confused. How could we still love each other so much and yet so violently want to be anywhere but together? Even though I said the words "I want a divorce", both of us felt rejected.

The last day I saw him, we spent the day together dividing up our things. We told stories about our memories together. We cried and held each other. Neither of us wanted to turn back but at the same time, we couldn't believe it was over.