LaRue Steward

Shortly after moving my infant daughter and me to Orlando from our home in Atlanta, my husband informed me that he did not want to be married to me anymore. I did not want my marriage to be over. Our breakup seemed like the end of the world to me.

One night as I drove home from work, I was overwhelmed with emotion. I looked at the dark, rain-slick roads in front of me and thought, If I just quickly jerk the steering wheel to one side right now, it will all be over.

I wanted to throw my car into oncoming traffic or into a ditch. I didn't want to live anymore.