Today I’m reflecting hard. Taking the time portal back to 2015. We started dating long distance and I had nothing going on in my life; I was 25 with no real job and living with my parents. She offered me a path forward by inviting me to move in with her. The sex was good, she was hot, and I was sick of living at home. I moved halfway across the country to move in with her. We settled in to what I thought was a pretty nice life. Fast forward a year and a half to 2017, she gives me an ultimatum to propose. Deep down in my heart, I knew I didn’t want to get married. However I wanted to make her happy and I had the sneaking feeling that I would never find anyone better, so I’d better jump at this 1 opportunity. Plus, she made more than I did and I didn’t want to lose the fairly comfortable lifestyle we had created.

There were red flags throughout the marriage. She wanted kids, I didn’t. We had 2, because I wanted to make her happy. I love them to pieces, but I don’t think I was ever meant to be a father. We’ve been divorced now for 7 months, I’m 35 and it feels like my life is over. I’m financially ruined even though I have a decent job. Back in 2017 when I proposed to her, I opted for short-term comfort in exchange for long-term pain. It’s hard not to feel like my life is over. I spend my free time in bed trying to disassociate from the pain. Does anyone have a comeback story from this type of situation?