I (44) Told my wife of 19 years that I was done yesterday. Felt like the biggest asshole on earth, but it was time. I've been so unhappy for years and just couldn't take it anymore. Not that I'd ever go through with it, but driving my car off a bridge was starting to sound pretty good. I was also so stressed out every day I thought a stroke or heart attack was going to take me out.

Surprisingly she kept it together and mentioned she wanted to do counseling, but I told her it wouldn't do any good, I'm just not in it anymore. Today, I'm starting to get the sad text messages.

I'm still at the house for now and going to focus all of my attention on my three boys (12, 10, and 4) to make sure they do not feel like this is any of their fault, and they don't know anything yet. She is such a screamer at them that I can't help but think split time away from her will be beneficial to both them and her.

I've spent so much of my life making sure other people are happy and walking on eggshells that I finally snapped and said I'm going to focus on my own happiness for once. My fucks to give have run out.

I'm sure I'll reach out in here for some moral support as I go through this. Never thought I would actually get the balls to do it, but here we are.