My STBXW and I met in 2015 and married in 2017. . We held hands everywhere we went, we set on the same side of the table on our weekly date nights. We always said "I love you" and kisses when we parted or before bed.

Everything was great until she was diagnosed with Breast Cancer in 2021

While in treatment she accused me of never doing anything for her, while the food I had literally just made for her was sitting on the bedside table next to her going cold. Nevermind that I was working, plus doing all of the chores, cooking all the meals, sweeping, mopping, dishes, laundry, plus taking her to all but one of her chemo treatments.

Yet she would complain if the dishes were dirty in the sink or the trash hadnt been taken out yet. I wasn't expecting her to do them, and I told her that they would get done when I got to them, she didn't think I was expecting her to do them but she didn't care.

She just expected them done on her time scale, as if I'm not doing all of the chores, working full time, and stressed out of my mind by her diagnosis and her demands.

It was stressful for her to see them not done, and stress feeds cancer, and I must want her to die of cancer if I'm not willing to do these chores was a common refrain.

It was abuse, and I should have left her. If she hadn't had cancer I would have left her.

She handled the stress by overshopping, stressing our finances. ($1300 on Amazon in one month, nearly 40% of my income that month) When I respectfully told her that her spending felt like a betrayal she told me that since she had cancer I couldn't bring my problems to her. Especially problems with her.

She expected me to bring my problems to other people. I was fine with that if the problem wasn't her behavior. Sure I'll bring my problems with my boss to my brother, my wife can't handle that and also go through cancer.

But if my wife is hurting me , I need to be able to tell her that. And I told her that if I can't talk to her about her behavior that hurts me then is this even a relationship anymore?

That was the beginning of the end, the past two years I've been walking on egg shells. Things never got better even after she reached remission, even after she acknowledged that she was wrong for treating me like that, that she should have apologized for hurting me and that I had a right to feel betrayed.

It was like a switch was flipped, cancer gave her permission to be judgemental and selfish and that switch was never unflipped.

She kicked me out in October of 2022. I was getting ready to go grocery shopping and she walked into the kitchen and asked to see my ring, then she put it in her pocket and told me she wanted me to leave.

We tried to "date" each other. Then she wanted me to move back in December, but I couldn't afford to break the lease. Soo.i moved back in, and commuted to the apartment for work. (I work from home)

Finally put in my notice with the apartment March 31st, paid the penalty to break the lease. And this past weekend she calmly asked me to move out again. No explanation given, no explanation asked for. I'm done.

I filed Tuesday. So in early June I'll be done with her for good.

She will never break my heart again.