I have been married for almost 20 years. For 10 of those years, I have lived apart from my wife. There are no jobs in my hometown, and I am eager to work. With that being the case, I have been working out of town for the past 10 years. I have moved back into town for short stints over the year, but the best employment has always been elsewhere.
She has never wanted to move with me. It has always been the house from her previous marriage, the kids, the job, the church, the family, or the friends. Recently, something changed. I used to drive four hours each way every week to be with her. All of a sudden, I didn’t want to be with her anymore. I told her that I wanted a divorce. A better man would have been able to tell his woman to quit her job and join him in the new location, but that is not me. I work government contracts, and they are usually for less than a year in length. When I told her that I wanted a divorce, she told me that she wanted to meet every weekend in our midway point. The midway point is my house, which is midway between where I work and where she lives. I said no, she showed up anyway. She wanted to remain in contact throughout the end of the year. I agreed. Not because I wanted to, but because she seemed to need it.