When did you decide to get divorced ?
I was married to my ex-husband for 20 years. I knew the day I married him that I was making a huge mistake. There were 200 guest present and I was a just a kid. I had no clue how to get out of getting married; thus, I went through with it.
The marriage was never good. The marriage died a slow death and I knew we would eventually divorce. I also knew he would never in a million years have paid me one dime of child support, etc. That is just the way he was - an exceedingly selfish, vindictive, verbally abusive , and mentally small person. I also knew he would hook up with every bimbo that glanced at him.
The last 4 years of our marriage, for the most part, we did not even live under the same roof. We still owned a large, beautiful home together and I would pop in on the weekends and for birthday parties and holidays. Though, other than those trips ‘up north’ to the house, I stayed in the city where I worked. One weekend I was home for some event, I don’t remember what now; though, when he walked into the house and started talking to me I felt sick. I mean I literally felt nauseated, cold and clammy, as though I had the flu in his presence. I am confident it was stressed induced from living such a lie for so many years. Then and there I knew that it was time to end it. As it worked out, a couple days later I learned he was seeing someone - which was okay, we had no marriage left at that point. I filed for divorce the following week, and the divorce was final in 60 days. It was so easy it was almost sinful and I kick myself for not doing it sooner...
The marriage was never good. The marriage died a slow death and I knew we would eventually divorce. I also knew he would never in a million years have paid me one dime of child support, etc. That is just the way he was - an exceedingly selfish, vindictive, verbally abusive , and mentally small person. I also knew he would hook up with every bimbo that glanced at him.
The last 4 years of our marriage, for the most part, we did not even live under the same roof. We still owned a large, beautiful home together and I would pop in on the weekends and for birthday parties and holidays. Though, other than those trips ‘up north’ to the house, I stayed in the city where I worked. One weekend I was home for some event, I don’t remember what now; though, when he walked into the house and started talking to me I felt sick. I mean I literally felt nauseated, cold and clammy, as though I had the flu in his presence. I am confident it was stressed induced from living such a lie for so many years. Then and there I knew that it was time to end it. As it worked out, a couple days later I learned he was seeing someone - which was okay, we had no marriage left at that point. I filed for divorce the following week, and the divorce was final in 60 days. It was so easy it was almost sinful and I kick myself for not doing it sooner...
