Divorced Men Are Sharing The Final Straw That Made Them Leave Their Wives, And Whoa

“I knew it was over when she went to stay with her dying mother for a month. It was the most relaxed and stress-free I had been for about five years, to the point that I just didn’t want her to come back.”

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"'Should we test your sperm count?' I said I was hanging up, pulled over, and just sat in my car for about 30 minutes. I got out and screamed. It was a back road, one lane, so no one saw me, thank God. Five days later, I found a place downtown, 18 miles from our house. Three days after that, I moved out. We dated for five years. We were married for one year. I left her everything since I made a hell of a lot more than she did. I may not be over the moon every day, and I'm definitely not sad either. But in one word, I'm content. I deserve the hate she has for me, but I also know I deserved better."

"Early that evening, I told my wife that I wanted to go out and meet my friend. I'd just be out for a few hours and would be back home before it got late. Well, she complained endlessly about it. She complained about spending money, complained about me going out, and basically tried to say that I didn't need to meet my friend and that she didn't think he'd have any good advice to offer anyway. I stopped trying to rationalize why I wanted to meet him and boiled it down to this: he's a friend, I want to see him, and it would be an enjoyable time. She still complained, saying she didn't see why I couldn't enjoy myself at home. I realized that she didn't care about my happiness and just wanted me to play the role of husband and father. I had to cancel on my friend, and she never gave it a second thought. She then spent the rest of the night on Twitter and Instagram." 

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