Religion...pure and simple. His religion and my lack thereof.

I only married so as to deny my lunatic family from inheriting my estate after I dropped dead from an asthma attack. I survived after 7 days in a coma. My brain is mostly back. Tho he is still alive, he is lost in the opioid epidemic. Thanks doctor Kuppy.

I’d say several factors came into play, our communication styles no longer worked for each other, so it was harder to tell each other about some of our expanding differences. For years, both of us had professional jobs, hers did require long hours and high commitment, so I had to shift my time and expectations to pick up my share of the housework and parenting duties. However, things reached a point where I was expected to provide extra emotional and physical support for her, and it was too much of an ask for someone like me, because I’m very systematic, but she saw that as an idiosyncrasy.

We eventually hit a point where I was feeling isolated by having to move to another state and start another job without other professional or personal contacts in the area, in a neighborhood of very religious people (so questioning center-left voices aren’t exactly common), so even making new friends was challenging because of work and family. And yet with any attempt at trying to speak up was
dismissed, so my ex finally decided to ask for a divorce in the middle of a period when she had the idea of going into consulting for herself. I did not fit into those plans, between her perception of my reluctance to fully participate at louder parties and her perception that I was going through a midlife crisis because I had the audacity to be exhausted and even exasperated at times with what I was being asked to do.

Never married but, I did love my children’s mother. I came close to marrying her, even though I’m not sold on contracts between monkeys...
I left her only because I’ll never subject myself to her “you’re supposed to” list. Basically, I don’t want to be near her when she starts trying to “manage” me. She wants her way-often...
I spent approximately 19 years of my life in prison. I can’t stand, “management...”

No shaed vision. Neither marriage

The Marriage concept is fundamentally flawed. My first 3 they became believers of a mainstream god, the fourth followed the god of methamphetamine. They all attempted to convert me, however, I failed to assimilate.

It was never real in the first place and I thought with my cock and not my brain but never again.many things including never feeling part of her family and I don't believe in marriage but stupidly thought it could save the unsaveable.