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 Deciding to end our marriage



My husband, Gene, and I decided 16 days ago to end our nearly 29-year marriage. There have been a few sad days, but mostly I feel agitated. I have been a homemaker for a long time and when he said I will always care for you but I haven't been in love with you for a long time.....

I feel like I've been wasting my time. I could have started working and making a life for myself years ago. Life is too short, and I'd for sure rather be divorced than keep him in a relationship he doesn't want to be in. 

I have gotten a lot of advice from my sisters, three of them, who have all been divorced. One of them has divorced three times and is now remarried to her second husband. The one thing they can all agree on is that the next few months are going to be a rollercoaster of emotions.

The one thing my soon to be ex-husband and I can agree on is that we are glad it is ending before either of us is bitter and hates the other. No one should ever stay in a relationship they are unhappy in. I am going to use this blog to document my journey through the divorce process and what I am on the other side. Who knows, maybe it will help others going through similar situations or others will leave comments for me to help me through these steps.

We have agreed that divorce is the only solution. We didn't come to this decision lightly and if I'm being honest, we both saw this coming for a long time. So what's next?

He is supposed to be going overseas for work, and I am moving to Utah. I'll be staying with my daughter and her little family. The good news is I will spend some quality time with my grandkids. The bad news is her house is small, so I will need to get my crap together quickly so I can move out.

I will try to update this blog no less than once a week, it's a goal for me. Oh, and I already have a job waiting for me when I get there. It isn't enough to make it on my own, but it's a start.


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