The Beginning
I ended a 26 year marriage for all the right reasons.
I am quite proud for what I did, and would make the same exact choices all over again. 1000 times again.
Both my first wife and I got married for the wrong reasons.
Myself, I was 24 years old, all my friends were married... it was time. My first wife worked where I did, we were actually friends, she already had a house and was 28. Too young to know it wasn't love, but following social protocol.
As for her, her past long term boyfriend that she just broke up with, was a loser. Unemployed pot smoking lazy ass. I was the opposite. The youngest department head in the corporations history, making double what she was earning with the looks of someone who was going higher. And I did. So I was a rebound, and chosen because I was opposite of what he was.
The Middle
We had two awesome kids. By the mid 1990s trouble was established. We were two very different people. And that fact couldn't be suppressed. We were fighting every freaking day. We went to not one, or two, but three marriage counselors and none were going to change that. But we stayed married until the kids left for college. Sort of a truce if you will. We stopped fighting, and basically were just parents to our kids. The marriage was dead, but the mother and father was not.
The End
She would have stayed married for good. I would not. I represented money and security. The big house, cars paid for.. shopping paid for etc. I needed more. She didn't. I desperately wanted companionship and someone to share the rest of my life with. We were absolutely nothing more than co-inhabitants. We didn't even sleep together. For years. Years.
We divorced. I met someone else who is everything I hoped for. We married Aug. 3rd 2017.