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Now, today's first story comes from Thought Willing and says, am I the asshole for divorcing

during my husband's mental health crisis?

Me, 38 female and my husband 38 male, married since 2009, and we have a pre-teen daughter.

Last three years have been really tough on us because of my husband's bad working conditions

that started to affect his mental health.

I noticed signs of burnout and depression and brought up these concerns regularly to him.

He was very dismissive and refused to see his situation and refused therapy.

He started becoming distant and often isolated himself and was regularly butting heads with our daughter. He eventually told me

that he'd met a woman at work. Their relationship was not, according to him, physical, but he was in love

with her. He felt that she was his soulmate and best friend.

He said he was very sorry that he could not decide which woman he would ultimately be happiest

with. He spoke out about this at home whilst I was having the toughest time in my life.

I cried alone over my dreams and plans, everything we had together.

He also told me that in order to clear his

head, he would need to leave the house and spend some time on his own. That's co-worker had offered

him her spare room and he was going to take it. I asked for his help organising the rest of the

school year as I was commuting and I promised him that as soon as the school

year was over I would look for an apartment closer to my work and me and our daughter will move out

and he can have the house to himself for his healing. I found an apartment almost immediately and we moved.

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