After 40-years Of Marriage, My Husband Said “You Are Useless. Let Us Get Divorced. “

The Retirement Ultimatum

“You are no longer of any use to me. Let us get divorced. I will get all the retirement money. I’m sure it will be about more than 250,000 USD. You don’t intend to take a cut of it, do you?”

What he said astounded me.

“It’s your fault. You skip housework, make excuses, and are being an arrogant wife.”

“I see. Then please send me the divorce papers as soon as possible.”

He looked confused, as if he didn’t think I’d accept the divorce so easily.

“Oh, here. Here are the divorce papers.”

I took the divorce papers and quickly filled in my section. Then, as I was working away, I told my husband,

“Make sure you check this out.”

As soon as I showed him this, my husband began to look pale.

A Dedicated Life

My name is Karen. I am a housewife, sixty years old. Mike, my husband, is 5 years older than me, and we are on the verge of divorce.

My husband and I met at work. I had just graduated from Junior College then joined the company my husband worked at. We were assigned to join the same department, and my husband took on the role of my trainer.

He was tall and looked youthful, just the way I liked. I was young and had been attracted to older men, so when we started dating, I was overjoyed.

After a while, I discovered I was pregnant and we married. Our daughter was born, and we became parents. I quit the job and, as a dedicated housewife, I did my best to handle and support our family, particularly child-raising and housework.

My husband loved our daughter so much.

“I’m going to work hard for her,”

he said, and he focused on his job.

Our daughter grew up well, and our first son was born when she was four years old. We were blessed with two children, a girl and a boy, and we lived a very happy life. My daughter enjoyed picture books and drawing, while my son showed interest in sports and other physical activities.

I couldn’t afford to provide them expensive services like painting classes. Instead, I bought them a lot of picture books and let him join a local youth baseball team. I did everything I could for them.

Every day, I made lunch and dinner for the kids and my husband. Since both of my children joined club activities, I was the one to pick them up and drop them off by car for field trips. As a result, I spent my days doing the daily housework all by myself.

Time passed so quickly, and my children became adults. I think I’ve been doing a great job so far, working hard without a break. My husband, on the other hand, worked and earned money but never helped with housework. He didn’t even wash the dishes, as far as I know.

Well, he didn’t look so arrogant at home, so it was fine with me.

My daughter then turned 22, graduated from college, and found work. My son followed her, finished college, and found work. I felt relieved when I was able to send my children out into the world, knowing that I had fulfilled my role as a parent.

I was 48 at the time, and my husband was 53. We decided to make the most of our second life, spending time on our hobbies, travel, and a variety of other activities. We were able to spend time together as a couple for the first time in a long while, and I believe we had a fulfilling time as a couple who got along reasonably well.