For ten years I was his wife in every way, platos except for one thing – our official marriage. When I asked him for a signature, he just laughed, “It’s just a piece of paper.” The next morning, his smile disappeared.

He sent a ring and a bouquet of flowers.

I sent them away.

Not because I didn’t want to get married anymore.

But in the end, I realized something: I don’t want to marry a man who chooses me only when he realizes he has something to lose.

I put the house up for sale today.

Michael moved to his brother and I live alone for the first time in ten years.

And while it may sound strange, I’ve never felt safer.

Could you stay with someone who has called you his wife for ten years but refused to accept your husband’s duties?