by Evan Loomis
Fundraising for my startup almost wrecked my marriage.
Every Monday morning, I would fly out of Dulles Airport and crisscross the country to pitch my dream of a new, sustainable, home improvement store to potential investors.
The weeks and months dragged on. The dream started to unravel.
Investors committed, only to bail months later because the process was taking too long. My friends sent e-mails with subject lines like, “Are you alive???” It was even worse at home.
A creeping separation had started to set in between my wife and me. We were spending too much time away from each other. Our love was icing over. Our lives were diverging, and I hated the direction in which mine was headed.
I knew a lot about raising ...