Hi frivolousz21,
The warning signs were when I first met her really. She was 26 and had been living in her own place for 6 or so years when we first got together, she was her dad's little princess. She was used to getting her own way, until she met me, that was great and the relationship worked very well.
I on the other hand had lived out since I was 21, was used to living with someone and compromising. I met her when I was 24.
She never really lost that independent streak. She wanted the marriage more than I did, I wanted to wait and live together because my instincts told me, there was a strong selfish streak inside her. Don't get me wrong, she was a wonderful woman, loving and caring but she was a girl in a woman's body, something I just could not see because I was the big protector, I was in love, I saw it as cute. The problem was she couldn't handle married life, living together or the fact I had my own mind. She was a very big family person and came from a large clan, I came from a very small family and was unused to parents getting involved, her mum was a matriarch and was a bit miffed when I didn't tow the line every time.
What finally done it was when she meet an old school friend - Sex and The City was all the rage at the time and this old school friend introduced her to a whole crowd of ex-divorcee's, all of them had from what she told me, had bitter break ups. My ex was a very paranoid sort of person, hated confrontation and if she had a problem with a person she would bottle it up until she herself decide it could not be sorted.
When she told me she wanted divorce, she was unemotional, she had even set aside 5000 pounds to give me if I would accept the divorce petition, since there was no grounds for divorce she said she would go for Unreasonable behaviour, the quickie divorce solution used nowdays. She made stuff up, overblew situations and done what her female solicitor told her, list every damn thing she could think of. When I read it, I laughed and cried, she destroyed me when she did not need to.
This happens to many guys. I am not the only one. Thankfully we had no kids.
The irony of it all is this:-
As the divorce went on I decided, I was not going to be destroyed. I rebuilt myself:
I worked out down the gym and am now 6 foot, twelve and half stone of lean muscle with a six pack. I am learning a new language, studying for a new job and have learned how to jive dance and salsa. I have studied body language, memory technique, social skills, current affairs, mythology and other things that take my fancy, why? Because it is interesting stuff. I love to get passionate about things, to learn to master skills. For this last two years I have lived life the same way your Pook here describes in his posts.
The results:
I am sort after by women, had to tell three women friends they can be nothing but friends. I do not care. I enjoy life and it is a good one. I have a car that is falling to piece, I move from place to place because UK house prices are ridiculous if you are single but as much as a vagabond that I am I am happy. I have tons of friends, many of which regard me as their best friend as I do them.
The final irony:
My ex has teamed up with my other friends ex. These two women, in their late 30's and early 40's are bitter toward men. They met jerks, they been played around. They are unhappy.
I wish my ex happiness. I do not see her, do not wish to see her anymore but I do hope she meets a nice guy, has some wonderful kids and gets everything she wants out of life.
She was my first love but not my greatest love. Love you see, is a learning experience. The woman you see before you now, could be the woman that destroys you tommorrow - if you let it be so.
We are each responsible for our actions and for ourselves. A marriage fails because both people failed, she was not only to blame but so was I.
After your heart is broken you can give in or you can choose to fight.
I choose to fight. I won. I will not be defeated, not now, not ever.
Every one of us men here are warriors at heart. As much as women celebrate their feminity and feminity is the most beautiful thing in this world, us as men should celebrate our masculinity, our strong minds, as our hearts break we will march on or die trying. It is who we are.