Empty words it seems in the 21st century. Mrs Middle England and I have always struggled a little with marital communications over the years but I hadn't quite realised the seriousness of the situation until she upped sticks and left (with the children) a few weeks ago. Subsequent refusals to consider mediation or counselling means we appear to be heading down the rocky road to divorce.
Grounds for separation? 'Not happy enough..' is about the best I can get. along with 'the children are suffering due to our rowing', although that was not my observation. Ironically, now of course they really are suffering with regular tears at bedtime and woeful pleas for marital reconciliation - this is now my fault naturally for not being 'upbeat' enough throughout this process. To top it all I have to field regular insults such as be accusations of being 'nasty', 'smelly', 'mean', 'vile', 'narcissistic', oh yes and I'm a c*nt. Apparently she was 'treated like shit for 15 years' and now 'can't stand the sight of me'.
Ho hum.
