On this day, four long years ago, I was bawling like a little girl. It was the day I married my now ex-husband. I was very pregnant, and felt a sense of duty and obligation to get married since I got pregnant out of wedlock. My pregnancy hormones took over and I said, What the hell, and I got married. But, what the pictures didn’t show, was how much I didn’t want it. I stared down at the empty finger that would soon hold a ring. I was used to the bareness, the small freckle…