Violeta had an unexpected divorce after 30 years of marriage, just as she imagined enjoying good times in her second youth. Only hope and optimism helped her regain her happiness again.
“I have been thinking of writing to you for a long time. I didn’t have the courage and I was ashamed, but now I have resigned.”
My partner was attentive and behaved exemplary with me. We intended to rekindle the romance of youth when our kids graduated from school and we saw them tie the knot. To retire in later life, we decided to construct a home in the mountains.
Two years ago, when we were watching television, my husband said he wanted to talk to me.
I had no clue he would deliver such awful news to me. He quietly confessed that h was in love. But not with me. He gently explained to me that they had been dating for some time, that she is a student, and that he wants to live with her.
Fortunately, I was sitted on the armchair. I didn’t even have the courage to confront him, demand answers from him, or ask questions. Through my tears, I could only shiver and ask, “Okay, but what about me?”
He packed his things the very following day and left. I was upset, but I couldn’t even point the finger at the girl who had his attention.
The only thing I regretted was that I didn’t see his transformation and that I let him leave. Quickly after, I got a divorce notice. I endured so much pain. I was accused of letting him go too easy by the kids. But I believed that fighting for him was pointless.
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