Divorce Led Me to a New Life: I Found My True Happiness
A Life That Wasn’t Meant to Be
There was a time when I thought my fate was set: a good job, a strong marriage, moving to England, and a new home. My wife and I moved there with hopes and dreams of building a future.
The initial years were tough, but we knew we had to start from scratch.
My wife took a low-ranking job at a large company, but her talents were quickly noticed. She was offered a promotion, which immediately improved our financial situation.
I was a linguist by profession, but in a foreign country, I knew finding work in my field would be challenging.
I tried breaking into teaching, but doors kept closing. Eventually, I ended up working in a small English café, where I stopped dreaming but learned to fry eggs and make shepherd’s pie.
Life seemed to be moving along.
Then one day, my wife said:
— I’ve filed for divorce.
It felt like a sentence.
I didn’t ask why. I knew the reason.
A New Job — A Fresh Start
After the divorce, I was left alone.
Work at the café no longer satisfied me, and the pay was barely enough for a rented room.
Then, out of the blue — an invitation for an interview in another city.
They were looking for a teacher.
I went without expecting much, but they hired me immediately.
A new life was beginning.
My lifestyle was modest, my salary — small, but I felt needed again.
Later, I rented a small place and opened a deli.
Old English friends who taught me to cook never imagined how their lessons would change my life.
Business took off.
But home was quiet.
I didn’t feel truly happy.
The Cat That Changed Everything
I bought a small cottage. Got a cat.
I lived, worked, made English stews, and didn’t think about the future.
Then something strange happened.
My cat, Bella, climbed a tree and got stuck.
I stood under the tree, looking up, clueless about how to help.
Then a man jogged by — tall, athletic, in running gear.
— Need help? — he asked.
Before I could refuse, he was already climbing up.
Then the cat climbed down on its own.
I felt awkward.
I offered to thank him with a cup of tea, but he declined.
He was probably expected home by a wife and kids.
But a month later, he visited my deli.
— Oh, Cornish pasty? Is it something English?
— Yes. Want to try it?
He took one, thanked me, and left.
The loneliness returned.
Fate Sorted Everything Out
A few months later, we ran into each other on the street.
I was walking home, lost in thought, when suddenly I heard someone call out.
— You’re passing by and not even saying “hi”?
I looked up.
It was him.
We went to a café, and I suddenly blurted out:
— You probably have a wife and kids waiting for you…
He looked surprised:
— What wife? What kids?
I felt like a fool.
A Second Chance at Happiness
After that meeting, we started seeing each other daily.
I’m not sure who suggested living together first.
But soon, I was moving into his place.
The wedding was simple.
My English friends were there — they were like family to me.
And a few months later, there were three of us.
No, not just the cat.
We were expecting a child.
…And we got a dog.
Now we have a real family — with a cat, a dog, and a love I didn’t find in my first marriage.
I realized one important thing:
Life doesn’t end when someone leaves.
It’s just beginning.
