... Well, it seems like I'm about to.
I've been married a little over 8 years, and things are seemingly grinding towards their inevitable conclusion. Admittedly, our marriage never *that* great to begin with - even though we got along fine, we never synced up right intimately. Plus, she got married very young - right out of college, and has changed/evolved a lot as a person since then. Add to that our crippling finances (I have an MA, and am earning another one full time right now in a different field, but have been chronically under/unemployed for 3 years), and you've got a recipe for splitsville.
The worst part of it is we both still love each other... but resentment has been building on her end for two years, and I've been clinically depressed during most of that time, which has only made it worse (she's a very traditional southern girl who sees sadness in men as a character flaw or a weakness; I'm from an expressive New England family who wears its emotions on its sleeve). Despite all our troubles I am immensely sad - not quite suicidal, but definitely in a state where I'd welcome some large space rock plunging out of the sky to crush me.
I've been introverted my whole life, and outside my parents and my siblings, she's my only friend in the entire world. And while a logical part of me can indeed see this as a kind of light at the end of the tunnel - an opportunity to be my own person again; to get in shape; to perhaps, eventually, meet someone who aligns with me a bit better - I'm still standing in the middle of the howling darkness... and it is black indeed. Plus, that's also possibly the headlight from an oncoming train.
So, rambling aside, has anyone on here ever divorced anyone they were still kinda in love with? And how did you cope? And don't say liquor - my father's side has a history of alcohol abuse, so that would be a rotten plan.