I’m divorcing my wife because she has been late for 90% of everything we have ever done together. Everyone we know is shocked and confused, but I don’t care.
No, I’m not having an affair.
No, I’m not having a midlife crisis.
No, I’m not looking for a younger woman.
No, I’m not hiding anything.
My wife and I have been together for 12 years. During this time, she has not made even the slightest amount of effort to be on time for anything we did. When we were dating, average wait times were 15 minutes to an hour for her to finally show up. I waited because I loved her. After marriage, she somehow got worse, and after childbirth, she got even worse. She used to blame circumstances for being late every time, but now she just blames our son. I put up with it because I loved her.
Example 1: we’re currently looking at preschools. We’re 15-30 minutes late for each meeting because the thing we need most in our lives is for the teachers to believe our son is chronically going to be late for school. It’s always something with her.
Example 2: I wanted to see a movie in theaters a while ago. She wanted to come too. I had to leave her in a clothing shop because I was going to miss the start of the movie. Of course she was livid.
Example 3: a few months ago, we went to see a concert of a group she likes. We were an hour early because of course we were an hour early. It was something that she wanted to do.
I’m so sick and tired of it. Growing increasingly anxious as she stares at her phone and trying to ask her in the nicest way possible to hurry up is a horrible feeling, especially since she will flip her lid the second that I try to tell her we’re going to be late.
Meeting up with friends, going to a children’s event with our son, for gods sake even trying to take a walk is always an ordeal of trying to get her to put the god damn phone down and get ready so I don’t have to stand there like an idiot.
I think my boiling point was last week when I stood at the entrance of our house for 20 minutes with our son, as he grew increasingly impatient, and then seeing she had abruptly decided to start vacuuming the house.
I’m getting spammed with calls from mutual friends and family. She went and told everyone that we’re getting divorced. Everyone wants to talk me out of it. I just broke after years of patience. I have no regrets.