“The final straw was when she said she was done caring what she looked like and that I shouldn’t care either.”

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"That was the final straw. We already had a terrible relationship with no emotional or physical connection. I was doing all the cooking, cleaning, and childcare while working full time, and she was mostly at restaurants or shopping with her friends."

"Her and the kids returned, but I didn’t mention it. I sleepwalked through life for a while.

Then one morning before work, as I’m getting dressed, she says, 'Hey, I was thinking that we should go see your friend John for a couple of drinks after you get off work.'

I told her, 'I have a better idea. How about if you go by yourself?! You’ve done it before. I found your journal. I want a divorce.'

I left her crying in bed and went down to the kitchen to grab a bowl of cereal."

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