My husband was shocked and hurt when I asked for a divorce after thirty years of marriage. He felt he had always been a good husband, but I had a reason he didn’t even guess.
Isn’t it funny how people’s perceptions of the same event can be so different? Zack thought he was a happily married man; I knew I was unhappy.
Our two realities finally clashed when I asked him for a divorce on our thirtieth wedding anniversary, two weeks after our youngest child left home.
Zack stared at me in shock. “What? Who’s getting a divorce?”
“You,” I said. “Or rather, I am.”
“But why?” he cried. “I love you, Kelly. I always have, and I never cheated on you!”
“That’s true,” I said. “But when I needed you most, you did NOTHING. When the kids were young, when I was sick, when my father died, you did NOTHING.”
I left, finding a new life in Venice Beach. Now, I’ve met Sam, a sweet man who loves and supports me. I’m finally learning what real love is.
