SOTD – After 50 Years of Marriage, I Asked for a Divorce, Then His Letter Shattered Me
After half a century together, I never imagined I’d be the one asking to end our marriage. At seventy-five, most people cling to what they have left. But I wanted out—not because Charles had wronged me, not because he had changed, but because I had. Somewhere between raising children, caring for parents, building a home, and smoothing over life’s countless bumps, I had lost myself. I had become part of our routine, an extension of him, of our habits. What once felt comforting now felt like a cage.