I came home at 6:30 AM, and her car was gone.

After 9 years together, 2 married, we had gone through some shit together. Things were starting to get better. It had been over a year since her affair, and we were happy and normal again. Right after I got my new job in April, she started seeing everything I did as wrong. Trying to give her a peck on the forehead before work was forceful. Making her favorite dinner was presumptuous, how did I know she wanted that? etc. etc.

After the Fourth of July, she asked me if we could spend weekdays apart for 2 or 3 weeks so that we could calm down and start fresh. I jumped at the chance to make things better. She originally suggested that she stay with her friend, but the friend lived 50 miles away, so I told her I'd stay with one of my pals. I ended up sleeping in my car for a week and a half in the July heat before my old friend and coworker insisted that I sleep at his place.

Three days after I started staying with my friend, on a friday, I had to run home for something. As I said earlier, when I got there, her car was gone. My dog was gone. The bed looked like it hadn't been slept in since I'd put new sheets on it the last monday morning when I left.

Around 7:00 she rolled up with our dog. I could see the lack of emotion on her face. The only thing I saw was slight annoyance that she was having to deal with this. I asked her where she was. She said she was staying with my supposed friend Jordan. It turns out she'd been fucking him since things started getting better in November of 2014. I told her I wanted to talk seriously on Sunday, and when we saw each other I told her I wanted a divorce. She was shocked.

We divorced May of 2016. I couldn't be happier with where things are now.