After 30 years of marriage, just as she imagined enjoying good times in her second youth, she was surprised with an unexpected divorce (Page 1 ) | May 28, 2024

Annonce:

“I have been thinking of writing to you for a long time. I didn’t have the courage and I was ashamed, but now I have resigned.”

My partner was attentive and behaved exemplary with me. We intended to rekindle the romance of youth when our kids graduated from school and we saw them tie the knot. To retire in later life, we decided to construct a home in the mountains.

Two years ago, when we were watching television, my husband said he wanted to talk to me.

I had no clue he would deliver such awful news to me. He quietly confessed that h was in love. But not with me. He gently explained to me that they had been dating for some time, that she is a student, and that he wants to live with her.

Fortunately, I was sitted on the armchair. I didn’t even have the courage to confront him, demand answers from him, or ask questions. Through my tears, I could only shiver and ask, “Okay, but what about me?”

He packed his things the very following day and left. I was upset, but I couldn’t even point the finger at the girl who had his attention.

The only thing I regretted was that I didn’t see his transformation and that I let him leave. Quickly after, I got a divorce notice. I endured so much pain. I was accused of letting him go too easy by the kids. But I believed that fighting for him was pointless.

I believed that he would later regret the decision. I also began a new life. In order to replace the void in my spirit, I didn’t want to find anybody else, but only looked for peace. I traveled, met new people, and tightened my bonds with the close ones. While he was gone, I felt fantastic.

My husband finally came home in peace after a considerable period during which no one knew anything about him. I felt bad for the guy. He was ill and had a terrible look. He wished for us to reconnect.

It wasn’t until then that I began to feel upset and recognized how much pain he had caused me. He had used me as a “poor weather cloak.”

I asked him to leave my house with a smile on his face and the same composure that he had when he told me he was in love with another woman. I told him that his place is next to the woman he cherished so much and for whom he abruptly left his family.

He no longer lives with her, is single, and is still attempting a reconciliation with the kids.

But even if I would fall in love again, I would never marry again since I take care of my life and cherish every second spent with my grandkids. Because, even at 55, life is worth living wonderfully, responsibly, and quietly”