Five Stages of Grief in 3 days

This is an exaggeration, because the cycle will repeat itself.

Currently I am just allowing myself to be crippled by sadness, a little mix of anger and disappointment, and this constant dull heartache which I know will eventually go away. He will be okay, he always claim that. No matter what. I am but a blip in his radar. Mere seconds. Blink and you miss.

I do not expect that he will be too surprised or startled or unfazed by all this. Eventually he will concoct a funny story to describe our marriage, without assigning blame. He is kind that way. That he is.

How was 5 years in marriage? It was alright. It was good while it lasted. 

We made it work. We never fought. He treats me well.

Then why on earth do you want a divorce?

Because I cannot be a bystander & get hurt in the process.

I am worth much more than that.

If the marriage is a liability, I must cut my losses.

I'm starting to see it now.

The liposuction.

The urgent need to lose weight.

The shoes, endless shoes. Fancy shoes.

The colouring of his hair and moustache.

The insistence to have me tone my body 

(because maybe now he has a body to compare mine with?)

Oh my, it is all coming to me now.

Like a (figurative) tonne of bricks.

But the lucky thing this time I am not thrown under the bus.

I'm presuming that she thought he is single.

Because we never did formally announce our wedding.

In their equation, I probably do not exist. 

To them I might well be a unicorn, or a troll, or a leprechaun.

I will do what he does and not assign blame.

It is not his fault, because men can stray.

It is not her fault, because she didn't know.

It's probably my fault then, for not taking care or myself, or him, haha.

It's not haha funny, but haha ironic.

I did what I could but it is not good enough.

Please try again.

But I probably won't.

Goodbye Romeo.

All the best for your quests.