Married my high school sweetheart in 1978. Two kids, both grown and 30 years of living with a monster called bi-polar disorder. Started to leave many times, but felt a sense of obligation. So I decided to tough it out and pray for better times. And like answered prayer, I come home one day in January of 2019 to an empty house and a note telling me to have my lawyer call her lawyer. Best thing that has ever happened to me. Living the dream in Whitney. My advice is to call around and find a good divorce attorney. Mine cost me a tick over 10K and she probably saved me 100s of thousands. Personally, I just don't see myself ever becoming involved again. After 40 years of hell, my general opinion of the female of the species isn't very high.