Marriage down

With all the rather sombre down posts earlier I'm not quite sure how to
phrase this. Earlier today I announced to my wife that our marriage was
over and there was no hope of reconciliation. The first question she
asked was is there another women, which I of course strenuously denied.
I think I've presented sufficient unreasonable behaviour over the last
two years to use as grounds for a divorce.

 

**** off with your good news - this is bad news day doncha know.

Steve

 

Takes a bit of nerve, dunnit.

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Colin Irvine

<perk>

Pat's back on the market, then?

 

No, you just fax the main desk at the hospital she works at and tell
her in no uncertain terms not to bother coming home because she no
longer lives there.

Worked for me.

--
Lozzo
Versys 650 Tourer, CBR600F-W racebike in the making, TS250C, RD400F
(somewhere)
BMW E46 318iSE (it's a car, not one of those 2-wheeled pieces of shite
they churn out)

 

It's me that's moved out. Could have done without forgetting my wallet
when I went out the door. At least it gave me a chance to grab my
passport when I came back a couple of hours later.

Feeling very tired and emotionally drained at the moment but it had to
be done. Our marriage and family life was irretrievably broken. I'd
been deeply unhappy for at least the last two years and my behaviour was
starting to affect my kids.

 

As if.

 

No. Well not AFAIK.

 

As traumatic as it is, it's also probably a huge weight off your mind.
Now you can get on with your life.

 

You've got quite an emotional time ahead of you, having been through
it. Even 8 years later I don't think I am entirely over it and mine
was quite amicable with no kids involved, but after 20 years it hurt.

Condolences.

 

Already emptied ;-)

 

I've been grieving over the end my marriage for the last two years, I
just didn't realise that's what it was. I feel I've got some closure by
moving out.

I'm surprised at some of my close friends reactions to the news. Even
though they've been forced to hear me moaning about it day in day out
and staying out late drinking with me because I didn't want to go home.

 

Yeah my last year was a bitch. I recall constantly riding the 45km to
work in tears nearly the whole time.

Ended up in depression for a few years after the split.

Not too bad now, but after being with my best friend for that long I
doubt it will ever entirely go away.