It’s been a long time coming, but we are finally getting divorced. We are currently separated but cohabitating while we figure stuff out. Finally doing what I should have done many, many years ago.

Last Monday, the 6th, we finally had the talk. Lots of tears were shed and ultimately we both arrived to the, “It’s over.” I suppose we were both finally broken by each other.

While I can’t say I was a saint, she had multiple emotional affairs with various dudes, was sexting dudes, had a physical affair, and always needed to be the center of attention. Somehow, through all of this, I was a “beta male.” At times, I did things reacting to some of the shit she pulled, which ultimately just caused more pain and heartache. Everything i did was always under a double standard.

She hit me when she was really mad and she threw things at me. When we talked about her hitting me, her response was, “You’re being dramatic, I didn’t hit you that hard.”

When I threatened to call the cops on her when she hit me, she responded, “Go ahead, I’ll tell the cops you hit me. I’ll even hit myself to make it look like you hit me.”

With my career and aspirations, accusations like that would have ended everything. But, I graduated from an incredibly prestigious academic institution a few years ago and I’m set. She can’t take that from me now. I’m empowered again.

We don’t have any kids, just our beloved Boston Terrier.

In the prenup, I told her she’d get the house if we divorced. She’s probably going to sell it and walk away with 80,000 dollars. She’ll be debt free after the divorce. All the work, time, blood, sweat, and tears I put into making that house what it is today…gone. I did so much work while she was out partying and drinking.

I’m scared, sometimes really happy and relieved, sometimes overjoyed, but mostly worried I’ll end up alone.

She was really good at telling me, “You will die alone” and “No one will love you like I do.”

Edit: For clarity, I am a 39 year old male and she is a 40 year old female.