I split up with my wife, and now shes absolutely over the moon. She keeps telling me it was me who held her back, kept her from living a normal life.
Nobodys ever cut me as deep as my exwife.
We havent set eyes on each other in the last three months. The last time I saw her was when I drove our daughter, Poppy, over to her for the weekend. Its only been twelve weeks, and shes turned a corner.
For years Id nagged her to lose weight, but she wouldnt hear a word of it. She kept tucking into takeaway and fizzy drinks, gaining more and more, spending her spare time on the sofa. Getting her out for a walk let alone into a gym was impossible. Now look at her shes got a yoga mat rolled out in the most obvious spot in the tiny flat, a fresh haircut, and her clothes are tidy, even though she seemed to have no one looking after her. I could never get her to load the washing machine or switch it on, and now she suddenly knows how to do everything on her own.
So we talked
Id had enough of what she was saying. She accused me of dragging her down throughout the marriage, called herself a fool for staying, and now claimed I was the idiot. She says I and the baby are no longer part of her plans. Shes in a new relationship, blissfully happy, and shes working on her body, her character, and her earnings for it. That hit me hardest. She never lifted a finger for me or for our daughter, yet shes changed herself completely for another man.
People say you should give as much as you expect to get back, but my wife was never the type to meet you in kind. I loved her, respected her, and only offered a comment now and then, because she never thought anything needed fixing. And I never got anything in return.
Even after the split, it was all about her. The daughter she barely saw was barely on her radar. I wish shed once been in my shoes, made an effort, and got the kind of support I always gave her. But who knows?
