I was with my ex-wife for 7 years, married for 4 of those. I knew it was over when I called her on my lunch break from my factory job, as I always did each day, to ask if there was anything she needed me to pick up from the store on the way home, and she said, "I want a divorce."
While I was at freaking work... on a lunch break. I was thinking maybe more cigarettes (smoker at the time, cigarette-free for over 9 years now), some eggs... maybe some garlic powder, dish soap... but no, a divorce. LMAO.
I can laugh about it now, but at the time, it was devastating. And I didn't see it coming. I was by no means the perfect husband; I had my moments of being a dickhead, but I treated her well, never hit her, made sure we never went without food, and the bills were paid. In general, it seemed like things were fine.
Like any relationship, we had our issues, but I also think she was unhappy due to reasons outside of my control.
Long story short, as I was packing my stuff and getting ready to drive 8 hours back to my hometown with a suitcase, duffle bag, and a computer, she changed her mind and wanted to move with me and give the marriage another chance.
I stupidly agreed, and so we moved to my hometown together, where the marriage only lasted another 6 months until it was I who wanted the divorce because I had grown bitter about everything.
That was 16 years ago, and I’ve been with my fiancée for 14 years.
Shit happens. I no longer hold any resentment toward her, and I haven’t for a long time.
Being human is tough, and wherever she is, I hope she’s doing well.