My wife and I love each other. This is not in question. But love is not enough to keep us together.
I continue to move further away from what she wants and what she built her dreams on, so we’re now looking to the end of our marriage. This was my second marriage, and one thing I learned from my first dissolution is that there are two sides to every story.
Our story ends with both heroines feeling abandoned.
She feels abandoned because I’m no longer the man she fell in love with and expected to spend the rest of her life with.
I feel abandoned because I’m being rejected for who I am and because I’m not enough for her.
Even with the love, an insurmountable gap grows between us.
I’m not bitter, just sad.