...And then she left

That's a little bit comforting. Isn't it?

What should I do?

This was how I found out my marriage was over.

She backed down. Thank god. What a fucking mess.

Wedding anniversary this week. She denied it existed, terming it the "so called wedding anniversary". I became angry when she defended her new beau's character. This despite that piece of filth telling me he wished his wife had been successful in her suicide attempt. Consequently I let rip, shouting angrily down the phone. I swore. I yelled. I vented. I was incoherent. I snapped. The sensation of release was amazing. Since then, and it's only been a couple of days, I have felt calm and in control. I looked our wedding video and saw it in a whole new light - gone was the majestic expression of love and devotion. Replaced by emptiness. I remember being there, and how I felt that day, but now it's as an observer and not a participant. Her problems are hers to deal with. I was forced to choose between fighting for my wife or taking care of my kids. I made the exact correct choice to be Father and not ex-Husband. Time to start calling her out on her bullshit: like not being there for her son's birthday.

I continue to look after the kids, but that relationship doesn't fill the void left when my marriage dissolved. I feel: Taken for granted Cast aside De-valued Ignored Alone

How to be alone - Andrea Dorfman and Tanya Davis

YMMV