After 50 years, I filed for divorce.
I'd had enough. We had drifted apart and I was suffocating. The children were grown, so I was ready to leave.
Charles was devastated, but I fought for my new life at 75. After signing the divorce papers, our lawyer invited us for coffee; after all, we ended the relationship amicably.
But when Charles decided what I was going to eat again, I lost my temper.
"THAT'S EXACTLY WHY I NEVER WANT TO BE WITH YOU!"
I screamed and stormed out.
The next day, I ignored all his calls. Then… The phone rang, but it wasn't him, it was our lawyer.
