At 45 years old, my life had been turned upside down when my husband, Daniel, told me he wanted out of our marriage. We had been together since our twenties, sharing dreams, children, and struggles, but somewhere along the way, we had lost the spark. “Do you really mean this?” I asked, unable to process the pain. His response was immediate, and it stung like a slap. “You saw this coming, Amanda. You just chose to ignore it. We both know it’s over. I’m not going to waste the rest of my life on something that doesn’t work. I want to be free, to enjoy my life, to maybe even find someone… someone more exciting, more vibrant, someone who doesn’t feel like… well, like a faded photograph. Yes, Amanda, I’m divorcing you.”
