What’s the Biggest Mistake You’ve Ever Made?

My gold digger wife bled me dry for over 10 years, so I finally snapped and served her with divorce papers. She started harassing me and stalking me and left me with no choice but to do the extreme, plus three updates.

When I was getting married to my wife, something in my gut told me not to do it, but she pressured me until I gave in. Well, the moment the ink was dry on our marriage license, things went south.

Just a few months into marriage, she went behind my back, took out most of my savings, and put down a deposit on a fancy apartment I didn’t want. When I found out and was rightfully angry, she said I was just her provider and needed to accept that her word goes over mine.

I remember surprising her with a Michael K’s handbag, and she complained that the color didn’t match her phone case. I am a doctor and make good money but have less than $2,000 in savings.

We don’t have intimacy anymore nor do we laugh. We don’t talk about anything but money. We have no kids; she said she wanted them before marriage then changed her mind, and our home has no warmth or joy.,

I hate it; I hate her. I’ve rented an apartment across town, and there’s a stack of IKEA furniture waiting for me there. The lease is up on the Mercedes she made me lease, and I’m replacing it with a used Prius.

I’m telling her tomorrow I want a divorce. I know she will cry and demand we try therapy, but I don’t want that. This was never right, and I’m only sorry it took me so long to realize it.

Usually, when I wake up, I go for a run or a bike ride. While I’m gone, my wife gets up, gets dressed, gets a smoothie going, whatever. This morning, I paced the kitchen rehearsing what I had to tell her over and over again.

When she finally came down, I felt oddly calm. I wasn’t expecting to be panicked exactly, but apprehensive at least. I told her I needed to speak to her.

she gave me an “uh-huh” and didn’t look up from the coffee machine. Then I just came out with it.

I told her I was leaving and that I wanted a divorce, that we hadn’t been happy in a long time, and I felt as though she didn’t care about me or my emotional needs., Pretty much instantly, the gaslighting began.

She cried that I never get her flowers anymore, that I don’t do enough to support her, and that I don’t care if she’s happy. I brought up the fact that I suggested therapy over a year ago and she agreed, but then made excuse after excuse not to go.

I brought up the times she completely ignored the budget we worked on. I told her how it made me feel when she dismissed me when I tried to tell her how I was feeling. The crying escalated then, along with begging for a chance to make this right to go to therapy, that she would be better.

It went like I thought it would go, and I felt absolutely nothing. I don’t care anymore; whatever I once felt for her is just dead and gone, and she might as well have been a second cousin sobbing about her marriage for all the connection I felt to it.

Eventually, I just got fed up and walked out. She has been blowing up my phone with calls and texts which range from angry to begging to threatening.,

I started getting calls from her mother and mine too. By the end of the day, I spoke briefly to my mother and calmly explained that I was sorry she didn’t hear it from me, but my wife was sucking me dry financially and emotionally and I couldn’t do it anymore.

She was surprisingly supportive. I’m currently in my new apartment. I unrolled the mattress in a box and went to Walmart for sheets.

I ate Thai takeout for dinner at the kitchen counter and watched a bit of Netflix on my computer. I have everything I need for the next few days. My wife is getting served tomorrow.

I keep expecting the sadness to set in, but it hasn’t. I feel like ,000 are off my shoulders and suddenly my future is full of possibilities. I’m going to travel; I’m going to try new restaurants; I’m going to take a job that actually makes me happy and proud instead of rich.