Christmas dinner, and his only conversation was that he was going to try growing Brussels sprouts next year!
There’d been a long lead up, we’d tried counselling, he wasn’t a bad man, just not for me. I didn’t enjoy his company, there was no passion between us.
I couldn’t see us growing old together.
I was the bad guy for leaving, everyone sided with him, I lost most of my friends - family were always distant (which is why I ended up with him in the first place). It changed me, I had to get tough and just focus on the practicalities and moving on.
An old aunt did tell me I was brave to do what I did, but I think I wasn’t brave enough not to do it. Many would have soldiered on in my not terrible situation, with maybe a few short lived affairs to break the monotony.
I’m happy now, although still being judged for what I did so I’ve had to stay tough.
Only you can make your decision OP, I wish you the very best whatever you decide.