My husband and I finally divorced because we couldn't find common ground. But as I stepped out of the courthouse, I felt regretful.
I was married for 8 years, with a beautiful daughter. I thought our marriage would always be as happy as it was in the beginning, but things changed when my husband was sent abroad for work for 3 years by his company. Despite not wanting to be apart from him, I had to try to support his career.
Being alone at home, taking care of our daughter was tough, and I longed for my husband's presence. He always called to encourage me, telling me to persevere until the day he returned. Every month, he sent money to cover our living expenses.
After three years of separation, my daughter grew distant from her father, and I felt our connection fading as well.
The phone calls became less frequent. I realized that life as a single mother was surprisingly comfortable. My daughter and I could enjoy outings without worrying about feeding another mouth. While friends rushed home to cook for their husbands, I felt lucky to be free. My daughter and I dined out, enjoyed coffee dates, and had each other's company.
Then came the day my husband returned. Like any other wife, I went to the airport to welcome him, but I felt indifferent inside. I reassured myself that perhaps our feelings had faded due to the long separation. I believed that once he was back, everything would change.
But since his return, my life turned upside down. I rushed to cook for him every evening after work, and once dinner was over, I had to clean up alone. There were times I wanted to eat out, but he insisted on homemade meals, leaving me frustrated but unable to speak up.
I used to enjoy yoga sessions, badminton games, or coffee outings with friends a few times a week. Since my husband returned, I still pursued those activities, unwilling to give them up. He seemed displeased with my choices and expressed it harshly.
He even suspected me of having an affair. When our child cried or fell ill at night, he showed no sympathy and instead, became annoyed, blaming me. Our once peaceful married life turned into frequent arguments and insults.
Unable to tolerate his intrusion into my peaceful life, I decided to divorce him. He was shocked, but he believed I had found someone else and no longer loved him, so he agreed to the divorce after a few days of contemplation.
On the day of the court hearing, he looked despondent. Thinking about parting ways with the husband I once loved dearly, I couldn't find joy either. However, after three years of living without him, I had grown accustomed to it. I didn't want him to disrupt that anymore, and more importantly, I no longer felt any affection for him.
Everything proceeded smoothly and amicably because both of us agreed. As we stepped out of the courthouse, he showed me a series of text messages on his phone. Reading them, tears welled up in my eyes, filled with regret for divorcing him.
Those were messages he wrote to himself, self-motivating during his three years abroad. My heart ached for him. For three years, I only thought about my struggles as a single mother, forgetting that my husband was alone in a foreign land.
When he returned, I didn't try to make it up to him; instead, I only thought about my own grievances. Now, facing divorce, my heart felt heavy. I realized I had selfishly deprived my daughter of her father's love for three years. I was wrong.
In this poignant narrative, delve into the complexities of a marriage tested by distance, miscommunication, and unspoken emotions. Follow the journey of a couple whose once-solid bond begins to fray as they navigate three years apart. Experience the heartache, the moments of self-discovery, and the ultimate regret that accompanies the realization of what was lost. Explore the intricacies of love, sacrifice, and the unspoken burdens we carry in the pursuit of our own happiness.
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