I last saw my husband in December 1990 at Northampton Bus Station - the one under the shopping centre - he went north and I went west with just a casual goodbye and four dry eyes.
No dramatic reasons. Just drifted apart mainly because I wasn't able to have children. Love died quite quickly, a long spell of living like brother and sister followed, then we were almost like strangers. He got a job up north and I didn't want to go and the result was the trip to Northampton.
I have no idea where he is. Everything is done through his solicitor. Today instead of writing to them in Carlisle I phoned them because it makes things quicker and it is about time I did something decisive about getting a divorce.
I left a message with the receptionist and the solicitor phoned back within a hour. They are going to contact my husband and will then write to me. It is a relief in some ways to have taken the first step, of many, towards sorting this problem out.