After 50 years, I filed for divorce.
I had had enough. We’d grown distant, and I was suffocating. The kids were grown, so I was ready to go.
Charles was crushed, but I fought for my new life at 75. After signing the divorce papers, our lawyer invited us to a cafe after all, we ended things amicably.
But when Charles once again decided what I would eat, I snapped.
“THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I NEVER WANT TO BE WITH YOU!”
For illustrative purpose onlyI shouted and walked out.
The next day, I ignored all his calls. Then… the phone rang, but it wasn’t him it was our lawyer
“If Charles asked you to call me, then DON’T BOTHER.”, I said.
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