I guess I should have picked 1 to 2 years, but I went ahead a picked 2 to 3 years. I confronted her on March 14, 2009, she flew home to tell her mother she wanted a divorce from me on March 21, 2009, and she dropped the bomb on March 28th, 2009. She flew back home from her mother's on the 28th, and my boys and I picked her up at the airport that morning. I had a nice bouquet of flowers that I bought her, because I knew she was depressed. I knew something was wrong as soon as we met her, because she barely gave me a hug, and she looked like she wanted to cry but she didn't. We drove the 1 and a half hours home, and she didn't hardly say a word to the boys and me. When we got home she said she needed to talk to me. So we sat at our dining room table and she told me what I thought I would never ever hear from the person I love so much with my two boys listening in.
It all seems so long ago, and I have put it behind me. Though it was the most painful thing that the boys and I have ever endured, I can now say that it was a learning experience. I'm fine, and I'll continue to be fine, but the whole episode was extremely traumatic for my boys, and the effects has only begun to show up it the last few months. I pray, and I hope that my boys do not fall into the cauldron of depression that my wife has gotten herself into.
I know everyone here can relate to what I'm saying!