My marriage crumbled under the weight of sin.
I hadn't meant to be such a failure. I truly loved God. What I had always wanted most, more than anything, was to be a good wife and mother. On the outside, it seemed like I was a woman who had it all together, but the problems weren't on the outside; they were deep in my heart, so deep I couldn't see them anymore but God could. He was about to answer my prayers to change and use me.
It would take "the rug being pulled out from under my feet" for God to capture my full, undivided attention where my marriage was concerned.