At first, it was little things—her comments seemed sharper, her patience shorter.
You tried to brush it off, but over time, it felt like nothing you did was good enough.
You’d do what she asked, only to hear it wasn’t done right.
So, you tried not doing it—and that didn’t work either.
No matter what you did, it felt like a lose-lose situation.
The tension grew until the entire house felt like a battlefield.
Everyone walked on eggshells, careful not to trigger an explosion that could go off at any moment without warning.
The atmosphere was suffocating, and the warmth that once filled your home was gone.
Conversations dwindled into silence.
Days passed without more than a few forced words.
Intimacy?
Just a distant memory, something you barely even allowed yourself to think about anymore.
One day, she told you she was unhappy.
You asked why, desperate to understand.
But her answer, if she gave one, felt vague or impossible to act on.
Maybe she did open up and share, but every attempt you made to fix the issues only seemed to backfire. Her frustration grew, and so did yours.
It felt like you were trying to please someone who couldn’t be pleased.
She started bringing up the past—things you thought were resolved years ago, maybe even decades.
It was like she’d built an invisible wall made of every mistake you ever made, and no matter what you did, you couldn’t tear it down.
All the good times?
All the things you did right?
Forgotten.
In her eyes, it was as if none of it mattered.
You gave her a home, a life, worked yourself to exhaustion to provide everything she could possibly need.
But now, it felt like all your efforts were worthless.
And then, one day, she dropped the bombshell:
“I want out. I want a divorce.”
You didn’t want this.
You couldn’t imagine life without her, so you fought for the marriage.
You offered therapy—she said no.
You suggested church counseling—she wasn’t interested.
Everything you tried just made things worse.
The more you fought, the more she dug in.
And the words she said cut deeper than you thought possible: