Unfortunately my wife has decided to divorce me after three years of taking care of her through six hospitalizations, many anxious moments in emergency rooms and ambulances, and my working two jobs, one which is very stressful, in order to keep health insurance. Her reason? "I'm not the person she fell in love with." I always thought that when she was well enough again it would be my turn to have time to take care of myself. I made plans to change careers but that was cut short by her stroke, then we planned to open a small antique shop on her porch but when the time came to do the renovations she decided she would rather leave.
She is being extremely dishonest in the divorce proceedings. She twice physically assaulted me but denies it in court. She instead says I verbally abused her and controlled her. Because she is "disabled" as determined by SSDI she makes a very believable victim. But this victim planted an acre and a half garden this summer and her spreadsheets for the divorce are better than mine. She now wants to have access to the house without me there so she can "inventory the contents."
When we go to court she has a container full of medical records, but no one recorded me sitting by her bedside night after night in the hospital, or me trying to hold on to my job and health insuarance while trying to take her to medical appointments, etc. Even the physical assaults against me were in our home with no witnesses. She of course wants alimony and yet she is probably in better shape than I am right now. I suffered from post traumatic stress syndrome four years ago after my partner died of cancer and I rebuilt my life only to meet Susan and go through all these medical crises with her. She seemed healthy when we met; I would never have willingly involved myself with medical crises again after the PTSD.
Yet I keep going. Why? I think it would be better to just stop. Now I will be working to pay her health insurance, alimony, my pension plan split with her.
I realize there are not that many people out there who would be this cruel. And for that I am thankful.
The person I loved died and now there is monster inhabiting her body. Or the person I loved never existed and now I see the monster.
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