She had an unexpected divorce after 30 years of marriage, just as she imagined enjoying her second youth. She was able to regain her happiness only through hope and optimism.
“I have been thinking about writing to you for quite some time. Despite my lack of courage and shame, I have resigned.”
With me, my partner was attentive and behaved exemplary. It was our intention to rekindle the romance of youth when our kids graduated from school and tied the knot. In order to retire in the mountains in later life, we constructed a home.
While watching television two years ago, my husband said he wanted to talk to me.
I didn’t expect him to give me such terrible news. In a quiet moment, he confessed his love. However, not with me. According to him, they have been dating for some time, she is a student, and he wants to live with her.
Fortunately, I was sitting in an armchair. In fact, I didn’t even have the courage to confront him, ask him questions, or demand answers. Through my tears, I could only shiver and ask, “Okay, but what about me?”
The very next day, he packed his things and left. Even though I was upset, I could not point a finger at the girl who had his attention.
The only regret I had was not being able to see his transformation and letting him leave. After that, I received a divorce notice. There was so much pain I endured. The kids accused me of letting him go too easy. Fighting for him seemed pointless to me.

He would later regret his decision, I believed. I also began a new chapter in my life. To fill the void in my spirit, I did not seek anyone else, but only peace. Traveling, meeting new people, and strengthening bonds with family and friends were some of the things I did. I felt fantastic while he was away.
After a prolonged period when no one knew anything about my husband, he finally came home in peace. It made me feel bad for him. He looked terrible and was ill. We should reconnect, he said.
Then I began to feel upset and realized how much pain he had caused me. I had been used as a cloak for poor weather.
He left my house with a smile on his face and the same composure he had when he told me he was in love with another woman. His place is next to the woman he cherished so much and for whom he abruptly left his family.
She no longer lives with him, he is single, and he is still trying to reconcile with the children.
However, even if I fell in love again, I would never marry because I cherish every moment with my grandkids and take care of my life. It’s worth living life wonderfully, responsibly, and quietly, even at 55.”
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