Life at 33
My birthday was the final breaking point of my first marriage. For some reason I have no recall of. Denise and I had fought the entire day. Around 7P Scott called me and asked what I was doing. Impulsively, I asked him to come pick me up to go to a bar. She was incredulous at the notion that I would actually go without her, and doubled-down on the mental torture. I felt an amazing sense of calm and for the first time in seven years had absolutely no emotions about her. I literally left her with jaw dropped realizing that her hold over me had effectively ended. That evening was of no consequence; I don't remember even drinking to excess. But it signaled the turning point for the rest of my life. I coldly told her the next day that I would be moving out for good as soon as I found an apartment, and that we should get divorced. She held her composure around me, but I saw signs during this transition period that when I was gone she was having her typical emotional breakdowns. Befo...