For the last one month and a half, my life has been hell. My marriage is falling apart, and despite efforts to the contrary, divorce has become a likely option. One moment I was living what I thought was my 'real' life, and the next, I found out that it was all just an illusion. Marriage is hard-work, I know that. Mine has had its share of ups and downs, but I've always thought--until now that is--that I've married for life, for better for worse, in sickness and in health. I never thought it would end with my husband saying that he's lost bits and pieces of his feelings for me throughout the past ten years... and that in essence, he's fallen out of love for me.
What does one do when the person you've chosen to spend the rest of your life with, the person who had promised to love and cherish you until the day you die, told you that he no longer has feelings for you? I wish this is some nightmare I can wake up from, or some flashbacks to some of my high-school relationships. But it's not. It's spoken by my husband. I married this man. I have a child with this man. I've spent the last ten years of my life with this man.