After being together for 22 years (married for 20 of them) and raising three beautiful kids together, my husband leaving was the last thing on my mind.
I thought we were going to be together until we died. I was wrong.
While I’ll never know the real reasons he sat me down one night and told me he was done, before packing his bags and disappearing into the night, I do know the first sign that something was amiss – something that played on my mind in the weeks before he left.
It sounds silly, but it was something as simple as his contact name in my phone.
For years, Jason’s* name in my iPhone was listed under ‘My Love’ with a string of three lovely smiley faces on the end. This had never so much as batted an eyelid until one evening over dinner Jason saw the nickname (for what must have been the millionth time) in my contacts list.
But on this one occasion something was different. Jason reached across his plate of chicken parmigiana and slid the phone across the glass to his side.
“We’re a bit old for these kind of things, aren’t we?” he said.
I didn’t know what to say. Before I had opened my mouth he had pressed the ‘Edit’ button, and was changing the name to Jason. No smileys, no emotion. Just Jason and nothing more.
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I have been reading so many of these stories lately and it freaks me the hell out. My parents have been together for over 40 years and are still infatuated with each other so it scares me when I read these articles. What happens? I've been with my partner for 11 years and I'm so sure of our relationship that I can't see something like this happening but then you never know do you? Scary stuff.
Probably should've tried anal
Yes.
That would have definately solved all problems and stooped the husband from leaving.