Violeta’s divorce came unexpectedly after 30 years of marriage, just as she was looking forward to enjoying her second youth. Only hope and optimism allowed her to reclaim her happiness.
“I’ve been thinking about writing to you for a long time. I didn’t have the strength and was ashamed, but I’ve resigned.”
My companion was attentive and behaved admirably with me. We hoped to relive the magic of youth when our children graduated from school and married. We decided to build a home in the mountains so that we could retire later.
When we were watching television two years ago, my husband stated he needed to speak with me.
I had no idea he’d break such bad news to me. He discreetly said that he was in love. But not with me. He calmly explained to me that they had been dating for a while, that she was a student, and that he wanted to live with her.
Fortunately, I was seated in the armchair. I didn’t have the confidence to approach him, demand explanations, or ask questions. Through my sobs, I could only tremble and say, “Okay, but what about me?”
He packed his belongings the next day and left. I was outraged, but I couldn’t even point the finger at the female who was holding 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.
I predicted that he would later regret his decision. I also started a new life. To fill the emptiness in my spirit, I didn’t wish to find someone else, but rather sought tranquility. I traveled, met new people, and strengthened my ties with loved ones. While he was gone, I felt terrific.
My spouse finally returned home in peace after a long period in which no one knew anything about him. I felt sorry for the guy. He was unwell and had a terrible appearance. He wanted we could reconnect.
It wasn’t until then that I began to feel upset and recognized how much pain he had caused me. He had used me as a “poor weather cloak.”
I asked him to leave my house with a smile on his face and the same composure that he had when he told me he was in love with another woman. I told him that his place is next to the woman he cherished so much and for whom he abruptly left his family.
He no longer lives with her, is single, and is still attempting a reconciliation with the kids.
But even if I would fall in love again, I would never marry again since I take care of my life and cherish every second spent with my grandkids. Because, even at 55, life is worth living wonderfully, responsibly, and quietly”
