I never loved my wife, and I told her that many times. It wasn’t her fault—our life was fine. She was always calm, never angry or resentful, just caring and kind. But there was one problem: I didn’t love her.
Every morning, I woke up thinking I wanted to leave. I dreamed of meeting someone I could truly love. But I couldn’t foresee what fate had in store for me…Read the full story in the article below 👇
I felt at ease with Sarah. She didn’t just keep the house in order; she looked incredible. Friends of mine envied me and couldn’t understand how I’d gotten so lucky. But I didn’t understand how she could love me.
I’m just an ordinary man—nothing special. But she loved me. How was that possible?
Her love and devotion made it hard to sleep at night. What made it worse was imagining someone else taking my place. Someone better—someone richer, more successful, better-looking. The thought of her with another man made me feel like I was losing my mind. She was mine, even though I never truly loved her. And that feeling of ownership was stronger than reason.
But could I really live my whole life with someone I didn’t love? I thought I could manage, but I was wrong.
“Tomorrow, I’ll tell her everything,” I decided as I went to bed that night.
The next morning at breakfast, I gathered the courage to speak:
“Sarah, sit down. I need to talk to you.”
“Of course, I’m listening, my love.”
“Imagine we’re breaking up. I’m leaving, and we’re living apart…”
Sarah laughed.
“What are you talking about? Is this some kind of game?”
“Listen to me. I’m serious.”
“Alright, I’ve imagined it. Now what?”
“Answer me honestly: will you find someone else after I’m gone?”
“Tom, what’s wrong with you? Why would you leave in the first place?”
“Because I don’t love you, and I never have.”
“What? Are you kidding me? I don’t understand any of this.”
“I want to leave, but I can’t. The thought of you being with someone else is driving me crazy.”
Sarah paused for a few moments and then replied calmly.
“Better than you, I won’t find anyone, so don’t worry about it. I won’t be with anyone else.”
“Promise?”
“Of course,” Sarah said.
“Wait… where will I go?”
“Don’t you have anywhere to go?”
“No. We’ve been together our whole lives. Looks like I’ll have to keep being around,” I said with a sad smile.
“Don’t worry,” Sarah said. “After the divorce, we’ll split the apartment into two separate parts.”
“Really? Wow, I didn’t expect you to be so understanding. Why are you doing this?”
“Because I love you. When you love someone, you don’t force them to stay if they don’t want to.”
A few months passed, and we divorced. Not long after, I found out that Sarah had broken her promise. She had found someone else, and the apartment her grandmother had left her—she never intended to share.
I was left with nothing, completely alone. How can I trust women now? I have no idea.
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