
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.
“THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I NEVER WANT TO BE WITH YOU!”

I shouted and walked out. Continue reading…