My wife left me in January after only eight months of marriage. She said she was “100% sure” she couldn’t be happy with me, and that she wasn’t in love with me anymore. She said that I work too much (she wasn’t working at the time). She said awful things to me about my appearance, my personality, and my ability to be loved. I was torn to a million pieces.
She moved out of the house, and while I told her I wouldn’t ask her to love me anymore (that doesn’t work, in my experience), I also said we should slow it down. Go to therapy. Keep in touch. She refused. The only thing I asked was that she not serve me papers at work. I was new, and I was the department head, and my team didn’t need to see me get served at work.
So she served me at work.
A couple of months later, I met an amazing woman. I knew it was risky, but we decided to date. She’s fantastic. She enjoys all the things I do (travel, cooking, wine – all things my wife was lukewarm – at best – about), my friends love her, and she matches my hustle professionally.