Violeta’s marriage ended in divorce after 30 years, just as she envisaged herself enjoying her second youth. Only hope and optimism may help her regain her happiness.
“I’ve been meaning to write to you for a long time. I lacked guts and felt embarrassed, but I have finally resigned.”
My partner was attentive and courteous to me. As our children graduated from high school and married, we planned to relive the magic of youth. We decided to build a home in the mountains to retire in later life.
My spouse indicated he wanted to talk to me two years ago while we were watching television.
I had no idea he was going to break such bad news to me. He discreetly admitted to being in love. Yet, not with me. He explained to me that they had been dating for a while, that she was a student, and that he wanted to live with her.
Luckily, I was sitting on an armchair. I didn’t have the guts to approach him, demand explanations, or ask questions. I could only tremble and ask, “OK, but what about me?” through my sobs.
He packed his belongings and left the next day. I was angry, but I couldn’t even look at the female who had his attention.
My only regret was that I didn’t witness his metamorphosis and that I let him go. I soon received a divorce notification. I was in a lot of discomfort. The kids accused me of being too gentle on him. Yet I thought fighting for him was meaningless.
I predicted that he would come to regret his decision. I also started a new life. I didn’t want to find anyone else to fill the vacuum in my spirit, so I simply looked for serenity. I traveled, met new people, and strengthened my ties with family and friends. I felt great while he was gone.
After a long period when no one knew anything about him, my husband eventually returned home in peace. I felt sorry for him. He was sick and had a bad appearance. He wished for us to get back together.
It wasn’t until that point that I became upset and realized how much agony he had caused me. He’d been using me as a “bad weather cloak.”
I requested him to leave my house with the same smile and calmness he had when he informed me he was in love with another lady. I informed him that his place is next to the woman he adored and for whom he unexpectedly abandoned his family.
He is no longer living with her, is single, and is still working to reconcile with the children.
But even if I fell in love again, I would never marry because I value my life and treasure every moment spent with my grandchildren. For life is worth living beautifully, responsibly, and quietly even at the age of 55.”
