Sad My Marriage Is Over…

He Was My Best Friend, but a Terrible Husband

Mary Carter
3 min readSep 10, 2024

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Twenty-three years…

That’s how long my marriage lasted…

Thirty-three, if we count from the beginning of our relationship. Half of my life, wasted in a relationship that I now realize has been dead for a long time.

I met him when I was only 18. He was my first serious boyfriend, my first — and only — sexual partner. We grew up together, shared so many firsts. I thought we had found true love, the kind that lasts forever. How naive I was.

Problems started early, but we were young and inexperienced. Neither of us knew how to communicate effectively. We ignored problems until they exploded into huge arguments. Over time, even the most insignificant things became triggers for epic fights.

“I don’t have to say three little words to prove something after 30 years,” I told him once when he asked if I loved him. The truth? I don’t know if I love him anymore. What I feel is a confusing mix of affection, habit, and resentment.

Our sex life was never great, but since I entered menopause, it’s become non-existent. I’ve completely lost interest. I know it hurts him, but I can’t force myself to do something I don’t want.

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Mary Carter

I share candid reflections on love, sex, and life's ups and downs, no holds barred and no taboos.