I'm 60, M, and ending my third marriage.
Seven months ago, my father died after a long illness.
Two months ago, I was laid off after 7 years.
Nine days later, my wife told me that after 10 years of marriage, we were getting a divorce.
Frankly, I was relieved and agreed we should end the marriage. We hadn't been getting along well for years, and she had started sleeping in another part of the house. She was coming home late from work often. Over the last few months, she'd become verbally abusive towards me.
We are soon listing the house and splitting the proceeds. Since this is a no-fault divorce, it will be simple enough.
The week she announced the divorce, she started spending every weekend away from home with her "new friends." I'd see her a few times a week when she came home to sleep, shower, and grab fresh clothes.
After three weeks of this, I asked what we were doing about our annual New Year's trip. She had booked and paid for the plane tickets during the summer. I enjoyed one of our traditions: we would visit a new place rather than spend NYE at home.
She sheepishly glanced at the floor and told me she was going with "a friend." Sure enough, I could no longer access the airline reservations.
I took it in stride. Getting mad won't change the decision, after all. I've been taking emotional intelligence training over the last few years, and in this case, it really helped.
Given the circumstances, I did not want to go on the trip anyway, but she would not admit what she had done until I asked.
We celebrated Christmas separately this year. I visited my brother's family in another state while she stayed in the house. While I was gone, the outdoor cameras showed a flurry of activity as a man I didn't recognize started appearing. They'd leave and return several times over the next few days, and his car would remain in the driveway overnight.
When I returned last night, she had already left the house. When I texted her this morning, she responded that the flight was leaving soon and wasn't sure when she'd return to the house.
Over the last two weeks, I've been packing my belongings as I plan to leave and start a new life in another state. She hasn't packed anything yet.
Living in this part of the country was her idea, and after 8 years, I haven't made any real friends. On the other hand, she now has an active social life and someone with whom she spends much of her free time.
So, I'm taking a break from packing boxes to post this and vent. I hate moving, but I can't stay here. I'm not sad; I'm resilient and determined to press forward.