Both of my marriages ended with the men I loved turning to men after our divorce. On the surface, I could tell myself “this isn’t about me” — but inside, it wrecked me. It made me question my worth as a woman, my sexuality, my femininity, and my very ability to be loved the way I thought I was. I carried a confusing mix of betrayal, inadequacy, and shame, even though logically I knew their choices weren’t a reflection of my value. This is something people rarely talk about — but I’ve lived it, and I know how isolating it feels.