Just about an hour ago, I asked Jeff for a divorce and he responded with a no. Something I was not surprised over. The past few weeks, I have more and more been very distant from him and he thought I just needed space but also knew it might be coming since I told him that I had thought about it back in September of 2020. He kept saying we are husband and wife and a family but for a while now, I have not felt like a wife but more of a roommate and an assistant for his career. Not too long ago, I asked him when was the last time he had done anything nice for me, he didn’t remember. I am not putting all the blame on him but it does lie on him for the majority. Since his heart attack, I have done everything for him and only seeking some affection as wife should be entitled to with no avail. So I stopped trying and he continued thinking everything was good. Maybe I should have said something sooner but I think I was already done at that point. I told him of moments that really hurt me and he said I took it the wrong way. Jeff also mentioned me not being happy here in Texas and yes that is the truth, I have never been since being forced to live here. I know I don’t belong here, I honestly left my soul in Pennsylvania on top of the mountain that last day.
So now we will talk more tomorrow but I am pretty much resolved on no longer being married. I also told him that marriage counseling will never take place as I don’t trust them and I know what the issues are and the roots but I am done. I waited to say something as I actually was going to tell him on Sunday which was also Valentine’s Day.