Twenty months ago, I realized I had nothing left to give. I voiced how I felt, what I missed, and made repeated efforts to renegotiate our 20-year marriage. We have teenage twins. All of it was to no avail.

​After six months of trying, I was told it was just my problem. I found myself alone in a project I thought was ours.

​At that point, I redirected my energy. I started traveling solo, entered therapy, doubled down on quality time with my kids, and gradually let go of the dreams I thought we were building together.

​I’ve spent the last year emotionally dismantling and dissolving my attachment to this marriage. Two months ago, I decided to file. I’ve finished the legal and logistical prep, and I just got back from one last solo trip before pulling the trigger.

​Today is the day. I’m informing her that I’m moving out next month and filing. I’m leaving everything behind. From here on out, the priority is myself and my kids. I don't know what the reaction will be, but I know I’ll survive whatever comes next.

​Just needed to put this somewhere.