5 years and a half ago I got married to a man I thought was the love of my life. During five years and a half I thought I had a good life, I movedtoa new country (we met online, different cultures, you know how it goes...), started something new with all the enthusiasm you can imagine. Even if I was away from my family and my friends (I'm Colombian and I moved to Canada), I was very happy because my life was made of little things that filled my heart with joy. Far was I from knowing my husband didn't feel the same after a few years and was never able to tell me there were things which made him unhappy.
On my birthday (in December), I received an e-mail from him saying that he wanted to get separated (he didn't know if it was temporary or permanent, he wrote). What came after that is one of the worse things I've lived, a chain of lies, deceptions, betrayals, etc. I had come to Colombia to spend the holidays with my family and I was also looking for medical treatment because I suffer from depression (but that's a story that needs to be told later). My husband bought me a two-way ticket, with the promise that he would join me later, but what he had in mind was something totally different.
While I was here with my family, he sold our apartment and started the separation process. I had to go back to Canada to pick up my things like a gypsy. I wasn't even allowed to enter my own house without his mom being present. I had to pack 5 years of my life in less than two days and he lied to me in every way he could. He had told me about being separated for a while, and then he presented me with divorce papers. He told me he was going away for a couple of years to work somewhere else and then I found out it was only for a couple of months and that he's going back to Canada very soon. My life was broken in a million pieces, but I somehow found the courage to face him and ask for my basic rights. What's left for me is almost nothing, but I wasn't fighting for money, I just didn't want him to step on my dignity. I came back to my country (where I have a wonderful family supporting me) and we haven't spoken since then, after he told me he wanted to be my friend, blah, blah, blah, blah.
I understand relationships have the potential to end and I don't agree with keeping an unhappy marriage. I just can't understand how could he hide so many things from me and never told me about the things that made him unhappy and give me a chance to change because I really loved him. In the e-mail he sent to "break-up" with me, he said things nobody has ever said to me, in the most hurtful way. He called me many things and blamed me for the failure of the relationship. I can't say I'm an angel, but all I've done is trying to make him happy putting my own happiness at risk. I realized that during these 5 years I've spent every minute of my life doing things because of him and not because of me. The result: my husband calling me a dependent person, unstable, in need of medical help, etc.
Now that I look back, I only see the immense loneliness I had to experience with a man who never wanted to socialize. Days and days inside the same routine, the same isolation, and I accepted all of this out of love. What happened at the end? He became the only person I could count on and he ended up dumping me because of it. The few friends I made, he didn't like. We were never a couple, socially speaking. I was always alone in reunions and trying to excuse him.
I'm a good person, God knows I am. I'm just afraid of many things in life and I've made many mistakes because of it. But if there is no love, then you can't help someone like me, you lose your patience and you finally decide to leave. Like I said, I understand about separation and divorce, but it's difficult for me to understand how someone I gave all my love to, is capable of doing what he did, so cowardly. I have no bad feelings for him and there are nights when I go to bed crying and wishing he will come back, even if I know we just can't be together.