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    Woman Asks Husband of 30 Years for Divorce Even Though He’d Done Nothing — Story of the Day

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    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 guessed about.

    Isn’t it funny how people’s perceptions of the very same event can be so different? Even something like a marriage. My husband 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 third and youngest child left home.


    Zack thought he had a perfect life | Source: Shutterstock.com

    He stood there staring at me in absolute shock. “What?” he asked. “Who’s getting a divorce?”

    “You,” I told him. “Or rather, I am.”

    Zack sat down heavily, still staring. “You’re divorcing me?”

    “Yes,” I repeated. “I’m divorcing you.”


    Zack couldn’t believe it when I asked him for a divorce | Source: Unsplash

    “But why?” he cried, and I was surprised to see tears in his eyes. “I love you, Kelly, I always have, and I never cheated on you, not ever!”

    “That’s true,” I said. “You never cheated and you never drank or gambled.”

    One of the most important things in a relationship is to LISTEN to what the other person is really saying.
    “But…Then why?” he asked angrily. “I did NOTHING and you’re divorcing me? Are you having an affair?”

    “NO!” I cried. “I’m not! Do you want to know why I’m leaving you, Zack? I’ll tell you…” I walked right up to him and looked him in the eyes.


    I explained why I was leaving but he didn’t understand | Source: Pixabay

    “I’m leaving you because you did NOTHING! When the children came and I was holding a full-time job and coming home to do the housework alone, you did NOTHING.

    “When I was so ill I could barely get out of bed, you did NOTHING; when my father died and I was devastated by grief, you did NOTHING; when I went through menopause and had depression, you did NOTHING.

    “When I was so sad that our two oldest children left home, you did NOTHING. You never brought me a flower just to say you loved me, you never stood up for me when your mother was so mean to me.

    “That time I twisted my ankle and I could barely walk, I had to get out of bed at 6:00 am and fix breakfast — and you lay there snoring and did NOTHING. Nothing seems to be what you do best!”


    I reminded him of all the times I needed help and he turned away | Source: Unsplash

    “You never told me!” Zack cried with an injured look on his face.

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