After 28 years of marriage and 3 kids, I called it quits. I just couldn't do it any more. I felt that I was lying to myself if I went further. To me, we'd been roommates for a long time, which while a lot better than some folks, does not a good marriage make.
Divorce is not something that happens in my family. My parents were married 52 years before Daddy died. My sisters have been married 30 and 26 years respectively. My aunts and uncles and been married forever. I'm a good Southern gal, we don't DO divorce!
But things change.
He's not a bad guy. Really, he's not. He's smart and funny - he still makes me laugh. I hope we can be friends always.
(And sex was great....)
But I can't live with him.
Not anymore. I'd propped him up from a LONG time, and there are times that I need propping up. Let's face it, everyone needs some propping up from time to time. I just got tired of feeling like the female version of Atlas.
Yowza, that's a lot of crap to be holding up with no breaks.
So, I examined my options long and hard, and I called an attorney.
Fortunately, we got this done pretty amicably and very quickly.
As far as my divorce went, the only person that really seemed surprised about it was
But now we are better, and things are in a new normal. So now - Adventures in Dating Land!