I hated being married so after 23 years (rearing 2 sons) got divorced. After 30 years of living alone I got married again. Big mistake. Just think of Pam Ayres They Should Have Asked my Husband. Whatever was I thinking of? He doesn't converse. He barks. He is permanently wound up and angry. His tone of voice when he speaks to me gets me shaking with hatred of him. What was the glue? The attraction? We both wanted to live in France. I thought it would be easier with a bloke around. Plus I was nervous I might be lonely. I knew he is dyslexic but until we lived together didn't know he is on the autism spectrum hence his permanent agitation. I look back to the time before I met him with nostalgia. It was so calm. Quiet. Peaceful. Only I could spoil my days. Only I could blight my life. All my life I have been a high achiever. Now I am not motivated to get out of bed before 12. He will never leave. He would be a blob without my support, Why don't I leave him? Because I foolishly sold my flat in the UK and bought a house in France. The turmoil has been unbelievable. Just the thought of doing it all again in reverse is a nightmare. I don't have the financial resources to buy time away from him just to be on my own. I just had to tell someone.