After 31 Years, My Husband Called Me a Dead Goat — Then Ran to Mexico. But Guess Who Came Crawling Back? (3 of 3)

Then I closed the door.

And that was it. The end of a marriage, yes—but also the beginning of me. For years I had lived in his shadow, silencing myself to keep the peace. But the day he called me a dead goat? That was the day I was reborn.