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She died...

Becoming a widower at 40 sucks.

We were together 13 years. We both grew as people but not together. I did a lot of therapy and finding myself. He kept pushing everything down and refusing to experience his feelings. We were never bad to each other we just kinda... Became roommates over time. We basically stopped being intimate both physically and emotionally.

One day we sat down, talked about where we've been, what we both want, what our ideal future is, and realized we were going in different directions. We decided to get divorced. We lived together for another year and a half after that because we own the house together.

I moved out a few months ago. We still talk every day, share pictures of the animals that we each kept, we're good friends. We just didn't open up to each other the last few years. He's done therapy and started some self exploration since we decided to divorce. He seems much happier. We're both dating other people and we're both genuinely happy for each other.

May have lost a husband but, I definitely did not lose a friend. This was literally the best divorce you could ask for. I hope the best for him.

When my wife became a drunk and started fucking her coworkers it was a pretty good sign things weren’t going to work out

We were polyamorous, had spent 8 years together, and then her other (new) partner decided she didn't like me. So she put a wedge into our relationship by breaking the trust down between me and my partner, framing me as abusive, and eventually my partner abandoned me after the trust was gone.

The other gal turned everything I did into some manipulative scheme or way to control my partners. For example, the fact that I couldn't suddenly drop $2k on a wisdom tooth removal for her became "financial abuse and control".

I'm going to be angry about it for the rest of my life, I think.

She decided she wanted to explore polyamory without telling me first. I probably would have been cool with it, or at least given it a shot, had we talked about it beforehand

I definitely don't consider the end of the relationship a failure but the entire thing was the failure and leaving was the success.

He wasn't abusive or anything. He was also very Christian and it took me a while to realize that he was fetishizing me for being "bad" while simultaneously putting me on a pedastal. I feel so gross when I even think about it tbh. He wanted kids, wanted a marriage, I convinced myself I wanted that as well. Thankfully we never even got close to that. He criticized me constantly for drinking/weed (I was in my early 20s and in college and definitely wasn't partaking anymore than your average party person), but he criticized me for it in the condescending fucking way only a religious person would.

He also only brushed his teeth like twice a week... Something I only figured out when he stayed with me and my parents for a month and we didn't have mouthwash for him to clean his mouth with daily??

Talked about his previous ex pretty often too, about how heartbroken she had left him blah blah blah. Honestly there were a lot of red flags but I was young and infatuated.

Last straw was when I had to cancel a trip to visit him to travel to my home country because my aunt was sick. He told me to "have fun" (in a completely serious tone, not sarcastically) and was sending me selfies throughout asking me which ones were better as I watched my aunt dying.

I spiralled very soon after that, faced some of the darkest experiences of my life. But at least I broke up with him.

I don't think he was necessarily a bad person after all that, maybe just naive, but I will never trust any feelings of infatuation again. He's probably the only person I've dated where I genuinely regret it.

He died, which really put a damper on the whole thing.

We were together for 4 years. At the start i was nihilist and she was christian but respected each others views. Then we broke up coz satan made a guy gay.

Then in the last year of our relationship she suddenly wanted to me to go to church and listen to this guy talk about finding god. I thought fuck it, ill entertain the idea, whatever.

This guy (who was obviously gay) was talking about how satan made him gay and that turning to god made him straight. All i could see was pain in his eyes and hear the lack of conviction in his words. He brought his family out and everyone looked miserable. I felt terrible and cringey hearing this guy trying to convince everyone and himself that he wasnt gay and had found happiness.

My partners dad afterwards in the carpark was banging on about how the world would be better if gay people realised they werent gay but had a mental condition brought on by satan and i lost it and told her family to fuck emselves.

The guy ended up killing himself a few years later so I guess finding god didnt actually workout. Such a fucking shame cunts cant be themselves without other cunts judging em

I was unmedicated.

It never really got started. Ive known this woman for many years, back to when we were both kids. We met through a friend of a friend over the phone, so for a while, I thought she was much older than she actually was. When i found out she was significantly younger than me, I had to tell myself no. And that "no" stayed in the back of my head for a long, long time.

Now its been many years, and we've stayed close for a long time. We had a few periods of fooling around once she got older, but between going away for college and both of us starting careers, it never worked out. A couple years ago she moved back and we had been spending more and more time together. We actually started getting intimate with each other in the last year or so, even if we saw each other barely once evey month or so.

I had a traumatic incident at work, losing my job, and spent about a day in shock, and she was there for everything for me. She didnt judge me or push me or do anything besides understand and comfort. I didnt know that was something I desperately needed until that point.

After about a week of pulling myself together, i turned to really pursing her. I asked her out on dates, I tried everything I could to make myself available to her. Weeks went by and she never has the time. Then she told me she'd asked someone at work out and how excited she was.

I was devastated. I didnt understand for a few weeks. Then we talked about it and she said she just didnt notice that I was even making an effort. She said it just felt like the old hang out and whatever between us, and that she had let those feelings go a long time ago.

Im still recovering honestly. Part of me entirely understands where she is coming from. I told her no when she wanted it most, and it bothers her that I would take her saying no so hard now. I asked her if she felt it would have been taking advantage of her to accept her back then, and she said she doesnt know, but wanted it anyways.

The intimacy over the last year is what confuses me most. We'd done some rough kissing a few times, but nothing like what we shared in the last 12 months. Part of that was finally having time and being close enough to each other, Part of that was growing as people and being more honest about being what we wanted. I just dont understand why she would want that with me if those feelings were really gone a long time ago.

I really dont know. A huge part of me just wants to wait for things to get better. I sleep a lot. Between the loss of work and the loss of hope, its hard to tell which one feels worse. I still message her. We share dumb memes. It hurts every time I see her notification pop up, but hurting is better than nothing sometimes. Its been a long time since I've been so deep in the hole, but I've always pulled through before. Just have to wait. Sleep is good for waiting. Dreams dont hurt.

Everyone copes.

My first marriage, because she has an undiagnosed mental illness and leaves a trail of destruction everywhere she goes.

When I was a young man, I was afraid of being alone. I learned that being with someone who makes you wish you were alone is far worse than being alone. Thankfully that was a long time ago and my life is much better.

She was an alcoholic with border-line personality disorder, and as a naive and lonely young Scotsman I foolishly mistook her for a bright girl with a quirky personality who liked a drink and had occasional violent moodswings. Took way too long to realise what the gravity of her condition meant. I was emotionally inexperienced and trusting. And I paid the price.

On the bright side, when i came out of that relationship and healed I met someone well-balanced and kind, who is now my wife. I'm so grateful for the love i now have and the relative stability of my life, and in a weird way I'm glad I went through what I did with my ex, as it makes me appreciate what I now have.

She was religious to the point of being crazy, and she was absolutely obsessed with her dog, who was the worst behaved dog I've ever personally known.

I fell for her because she helped me become more of an adult, someone who could pay bills and be sort of responsible for myself. And like every super-religious woman I have ever personally known, she was an absolute horndog but felt really guilty about it, especially if she really enjoyed it.

We were on this yo-yo thing for years where she would determine that im too much of a heathen, so she would leave, and then she would see me talking with some other woman, and she would run said woman off. I was young and stupid and kept going back. We were even married for a bit, but she fell right back into the same pattern and divorced me two months later.

Not long after that she went and married someone else. Finally. Shes with this guy for three months and is trying to get her claws back into me. But by this time I had found the woman I am now married to. My current wife doesn't have the same religious and sexual hangups, and she understands things like "dogs need to be housebroken" and "You have to train dogs not to bite children". Well of course she pulled out all the stops to try and quash it, but I finally learned to say "would you kindly fuck off".

And I have been happily married to a really amazing woman for 17 years.

I do not consider past relationships failures. Given enough time, I believe we are all able to go from "why is/was this happening to me?" to "what is/was this teaching me?"

With that said, I'll gladly share, starting with the latest:

1. Divorced her after eight happy years, in 2021, because she wanted kids and I didn't. Having kids was one of her dreams and I didn't think it fair to keep her waiting for me to have a change of heart on the matter. Also, she called me "stupid" whenever I intervened in quarrels, brawls, threats or other antisocial behavior on the streets. Lastly, she told me once, when I opened up about my clinical depression, that I probably have to live alone the rest of my life.

2. Broke up with her about ten years ago, after dating for one year, because she couldn't take having a long distance relationship. In addition, she had apparently fallen for somebody else.

3. Broke up with her over 15 years ago, because she couldn't wait while I sought medical care for my erectile dysfunction. She called me names too. Took me 15 years after that to realize that my dick was causing gender dysphoria, which in turn made me unable to fuck "like a man".

4. My first love, over 20 years ago, I broke up with after four years of her cheating on me with my best friend. For some stupid reason, I forgave that sorry excuse of a human being every single time, destroying my self-esteem for life in the process.

10 years together. She was upfront about her long-term goal of never having children, and I was upfront about how I felt at the time, which was "meh, I could go either way."

We met while I was diving into the depths of alcoholism. My first (and only) DUI was when we'd been seeing each other for a couple months, They wanted me to pay $300 or spend a few nights in jail, I said "Lemme text my girl so she can feed my cat."

I broke up with her a few times, but kept coming back because she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever met, and we did genuinely care for each other. I said "I'm moving across country, you can come or you can stay," She came. I proposed a couple years later. We married a few years after that.

I finally got sober, and immediately knew that we didn't belong together. My alcoholism told me I wasn't good enough to be a father, but I truly do want to be one. We had become roommates, neither one of us really sharing emotionally or physically. I remember how terrible I felt, when we'd be in the same room, and instead of talking to each other, we'd baby talk to our (amazing, wonderful) little dog instead. I remember feeling so jealous of that dog, because she was so physically affectionate with her, and never (ever) me.

This is an aside, but, For our entire relationship together, the only thing I ever really asked for, was a giant cookie for my birthday. It's a family tradition, and I love them. 10 years I asked for a simple $7.99 giant cookie from the grocery store, with a Happy Birthday message, and for 10 years, she never did it. I did everything for her, took care of everything. The car, the house, the groceries, her health care, her mental healthcare... I realized that's all she wanted, was a caretaker.

Well, it came to a head one night when we were randomly talking openly, and she told me the only reason she slept with me was so I wouldn't leave her. When I sobered up, I started a mental clock of two years, and told her what I needed from her, and gave her those 2 years to fix it. She didn't, so after two years, I told her we weren't right together and we split up. I cried, so much. It was awful. I still very much love her, but, I was right. We just weren't meant for each other.

It's been 5 years since then, and I've been having trouble finding my person. I went to therapy, went HARD in therapy, really worked on myself. Got better physically, mentally, have a much better job, and just recently started texting a woman that lives a thousand miles away in Texas. She's beautiful just like my ex-wife is, except she wants to have kids.

Pray for me, bros, I really like her, and don't want to mess this up.

She had “left” years ago but was hanging on for the money and the kids. Constantly yelled at me, refused to do any family activities together. I even funded her savings to escape ( all of our money was ours except what was hers) on the claim that it would reduce her anxiety. Eventually she filed, blames me for “not fighting for her”.

So much stress gone. So much more peace in my life.

My biggest regret really was not fighting for full custody. We have equal custody but for the first few years I was able to get the kids most of the time

She was a parasite, a substance abuser and a manipulator

She had never been in a "real" relationship before, in her late 30s, and I grew to understand why

She had deep childhood trauma that made it difficult for her to imagine being a good person in a healthy relationship. Anyways she physically abused me when one of the guys she was cheating on me met me and felt guilty enough to break it off.

I can't call it a failure. Fun was had. Goals diverged. We split quite amicably and remain in occasional contact. 10/10, would break up with them again.

I wasn’t allowed to have any feelings other than happy. I wasn’t allowed to negotiate within the relationship, I had to take what he was offering or I was “blackmailing” him. He treated me like an extension of himself and if I didn’t do and act exactly how he wanted I’d get iced out.

She emptied our joint bank account to buy crack.

She was beautiful and smart. We loved each other. But she had no aspirations outside of having kids. More importantly, it was always her first. Like if there was a good and a bad pillow, she always took the good pillow. This with everything. I of course offered it to her, but I feel like that should be reciprocal. There were other things, but this is what sticks out to me.

Thr relationship came to a natural end (she had to leave the country) and I decided this wouldn't work out. This was almost two decades ago, and I am happily married to the girl I met next.

Pretty simple. Our relationship started when we were in our early 20's. Over the course of the ~10 years we were together we became different people. By the time we were in our 30's, what she wanted in a partner changed and I was no longer what she wanted. Figuring it all out hurt and sucked... but I'm in a good place these days and consider it an important learning experience in my past.

I am a muse with a soft spot for strays. I curate sexual and financial talent and then it leaves the nest when it's ready. I've made peace with it because I too just move on to the next thing. But like, if you are broke and horny and we date long term, history suggests that within 3 years you'll be clearing $150k and fucking with your feet behind your head. It keeps happening and I can't explain it, but I also don't hate it.

I feel like in the third act, my harem of wealthy exes is going to unite to do something great.

I was at a listless, lonely, and sad point in my life when a friend made a pass at me and, appreciating the attention, I went with it. The relationship went toxic and exploitative, and I ended up being abused for years. The abusive relationship ended not because I heroically gathered my wits and strength enough to get out, but because she eventually got bored with me and kicked me out.

Thankfully, it's long in the past now. After that I took some time away from dating and relationships to work on myself, and with the help of friends and family I slowly pieced my heart and my life back together.

When I felt ready to begin dating again I put myself back out there, and I met someone truly amazing. We're in a very happy and healthy marriage in which we trust and appreciate each other, and nobody is being treated like crap.

I was gullible.

Met online on an app, thought we hit it off after our first date IRL, I was over at his place every chance I could to cuddle and watch movies together. After a few months they broke up with me via text on Christmas, saying they didn't actually mean any of the things they said and that they didn't feel right continuing.

That was my first and last "real" relationship, and I've largely given up on dating this past year or so. It's getting more dangerous to be openly gay in the US (I have no illusions about what happens after they run out of trans people and immigrants to scapegoat), and I've been learning more and more that I simply don't mesh well with others, so I suppose it's for the better.

I moved across the country

She was mostly asexual and I was relatively inexperienced. We got along really well and moved in together. Unfortunately we just wanted different things.