“I’ve been thinking about writing to you for a long time. I didn’t have the strength and was ashamed, but I’ve resigned.”My companion was attentive and behaved admirably with me. We hoped to relive the magic of youth when our children graduated from school and married. We decided to build a home in the mountains so that we could retire later.

When we were watching television two years ago, my husband stated he needed to speak with me.I had no idea he’d break such bad news to me. He discreetly said that he was in love. But not with me. He calmly explained to me that they had been dating for a while, that she was a student, and that he wanted to live with her. Fortunately, I was seated in the armchair.

I didn’t have the confidence to approach him, demand explanations, or ask questions. Through my sobs, I could only tremble and say, “Okay, but what about me?” He packed his belongings the next day and left. I was outraged, but I couldn’t even point the finger at the female who was holding his attention. The only thing I regretted was not seeing his transformation and allowing him to leave.

Soon after, I received a divorce notification. I went through so much suffering. The kids accused me of letting him go too lightly. But I felt that battling for him was meaningless. I predicted that he would later regret his decision. I also started a new life. To fill the emptiness in my spirit, I didn’t wish to find someone else, but rather sought tranquility. I traveled, met new people, and strengthened my ties with loved ones. While he was gone, I felt terrific.

My spouse finally returned home in peace after a long period in which no one knew anything about him. I felt sorry for the guy. He was unwell and had a terrible appearance. He wanted we could reconnect. It wasn’t until then that I became upset and realized how much anguish he had caused me. He’d used me as a “poor weather cloak.”

I requested him to leave my house with a grin on his face and the same demeanor he had when he informed me he loved another lady. I informed him that his place is next to the woman he loved so much and for whom he abruptly left his family. He no longer lives with her, is single, and is still working to reconcile with their children.

Even if I fell in love again, I would never marry because I value my life and treasure every moment spent with my grandchildren. Because, even at 55, life is worth living beautifully, ethically, and quietly.