My first marriage was a mistake, one I knew before the ceremony. Now I can admit I got married because, through a lack of confidence, I thought no-one else would have me. Ten years later we were heading in seperate directions.
The breakup was not great. Initially I thought we could get through amicably, but in the end lawyers got involved and it got messy. I couldn't afford full settlement so negotiated the majority of the payout with a 2 year contract for the last $10K. Then her lawyer saw I had kept a few thousand for a good holiday and refused to sign off unless I paid all her legal fees. The holiday took a dive.
While this was going on I stressed out big time. Took some time off work and went and filled in my time with a mate who was a subdivision contractor. 10 hour days digging ditches, laying water mains and driving machinery got rid of the stress, but I was living in a small town 15 minutes out in the country. It was lonely so I ended up having two short term/long distance relationships. Both were a mistake.
Eventually I got a transfer to a smaller town. I travelled 800 km (500 miles) with only 3 dogs for company. A few months later I met a great woman in this new town. I resisted getting too involved again for about a month then succumbed. That was 20 years ago in November and I have had a pretty good life since then. Although we have had our ups and downs, including financial pressure, we each complimented the other.
But as deben002 says above, death is worse. Twice in the last 2 years I have sat by my wifes hospital bed while she fought for her life with a respiratory illness. The first time the ICU doctors gave her a 50/50 chance and she pulled through. A few weeks ago, after a double lung transplant, the doctors told me that due to pneumonia, liver and kidney failure my wife was unlikely to survive and I needed to prepare myself for turning off life support. For the second time I found myself mentally making preparations for a funeral and wondering how I was going to spend the rest of my life. I can count on one hand the number of decent night sleep I have had in the past 6 weeks. All the rest have been crying into my pillow until I slept from exhaustion or tossing and turning until he small hours when I would get up and sit at the table trying to see a future ahead of us. Fortunately my wife is a fighter and the doctors never actually gave up and she pulled through. She is still in the ICU and will take some time to recover but I just know things will get better and she will walk out of that hospital soon.
Just hang on in there. The truth will soon show to everyone and things will get much better.