Anyone who has followed my blog will know that I have maintained a marriage with a man who for the most part was not involved actively as a father, and even less so as a husband. Devoted was not a word I used to describe our relationship. So, after thirteen years of marriage, fourteen years of being together, I had finally suffered enough insults and emotional/psychological, and to a degree physical, abuse that filing for divorce was inevitable. Question is, why did it take me so long and how can I keep from feeling stupid as hell for believing that someone like him would change, and that I would be…