My wife and I have been married for 13 years. We met in medical school, graduated together, and got married shortly afterward. Looking back, we've spent most of our marriage fighting over major life decisions rather than building a life together.
We knew each other in medical school, had an on-and-off thing for about 3-4 years, finally decided to make it permanent in final year. Our families met, agreed and told us it was our decision. We then together made the decision to get married.
The first disagreement happened before we were even married. I and my family had wanted me to complete my house job before getting married because they thought it would be important for my medical career. My wife and her family wanted us to get married immediately and didn't think either of us should pursue clinical medicine.
Both my family and my wifes family have lived abroad for decades (different countries) and we met each other when we both came back to our home country for medical school. My family also had a private business at that time.
Her family had wanted us to mover overseas immediately after marriage. After months of arguments, I gave in, skipped my house job, and agreed to join my family's business after we got married, despite it having nothing to do with medicine.
Right after our honeymoon, my father-in-law was diagnosed with a terminal illness. My wife understandably spent several months with her family while I returned home to work in the family business. During that time we argued constantly because she felt I wasn't emotionally supportive enough. Looking back, I probably could have handled some things better, but I also felt that nothing I did was enough.
When she eventually came back after a few months with her family, there was constant tension between her and my family. Small disagreements would become big arguments. I started feeling caught between the people I loved, so I made the decision to leave my family's business, return to my home country, and restart my medical career.
That decision led to another major disagreement. I wanted to resume medicine, while she wanted us both to pursue master's degrees abroad instead. Eventually we applied to universities in Australia and the UK. We were accepted into both, but after her Australian student visa was refused, we moved to the UK.
The two years we spent there were financially difficult. I worked part-time while studying to help pay for our rent and my tuition, with occasional help from my parents. Her family paid her tuition and gave her a monthly allowance. We fought about money constantly. She wanted us to enjoy our time abroad by travelling and doing things like going to concerts and what not. I also wanted to but I also felt financially strained and my POV was that we are here to do our masters lets focus on that and then once we wre done and working here we can do all of that. Neither of us felt understood.
After graduating, neither of us managed to find jobs before our visas expired, so we returned home. If I'm being honest, by that point I was mentally exhausted and probably wasn't putting my full effort into staying abroad because I just wanted stability again.
She later returned abroad to spend time with her family while I stayed behind looking for work. About six months later I found a job, and she eventually joined me again.
Unfortunately, by then years of resentment had built up. Every disagreement turned into a replay of the previous years. We'd argue about something small, then end up bringing up everything we'd ever done to hurt each other. At one point the situation became so bad that both of our families became involved and we separated for a few weeks before deciding to give the marriage another chance.
That was six years ago.
Some things genuinely improved. We stopped having explosive fights as often, and I tried to build the kind of life she wanted. We travelled abroad almost every year, lived comfortably, and I tried to give us experiences we could enjoy together.
But one issue never disappeared: she has always wanted to settle abroad, while every attempt we've made has either failed or ended in disagreement. Ironically, when I wanted to apply for Canadian immigration because I have family there, she didn't want to because she didn't want to live near my relatives. Now she often blames me for us not moving abroad at all. From my perspective, that's one of many examples where we remember the past very differently.
Professionally, things have also been difficult. She worked at the same organization as me for about a year and a half after I helped her get hired. She eventually left that job and hasn't worked for the past two years. During her last 6 months at that job, she stopped going regularly to the job, and she would go late most occasions and that would in turn make me late, so I would get frustrated and sometimes angrily tell her that my job was getting affected. Anyways she now feels that I contributed to this situation, while I honestly don't understand how. It's another source of resentment between us.
Another painful issue has been that we don't have children. Personally, I always felt that having a strong marriage mattered more than having kids, and if children weren't possible, I really didn’t have any issue with that. My wife on the other hand has struggled with it much more. She was diagnosed with uterine fibroids several years into our marriage and eventually had surgery. She's had ongoing gynecological issues ever since. I’m not saying that she is the reason we don’t have children, because honestly, we never got it checked out. But due to the constant issues we have had to deal with we never got around to that
I've never blamed her for us not having children because I don't think that's anyone's fault, but I know it's been a huge emotional burden for her.
When I look back at everything, I sometimes wonder whether the combination of losing her father so early in our marriage, not having children, feeling professionally unfulfilled, and being far from the life she imagined left her carrying grief and disappointment that never really healed. At the same time, I know I've also built up my own resentment over the years.
She has often told me she's unhappy because she doesn't have much of a social life here. I've always encouraged her to meet her friends or invite people over. Ironically, after we got married, I gradually stopped seeing many of my own friends because it often became a source of conflict between us.
These days I mostly work during the week, and on weekends we usually go out together for dinner, shopping, or a movie. This isn’t enough for her. She wants a much more active social life with dinner parties, gatherings, and frequent socializing.
So anyways, about ten days ago we had another disagreement. She had been planning to go for Umrah with a friend of hers who is living in Jeddah, but the friend cancelled their plans. She was understandably upset, and this then led to another argument about how I couldn’t take her for umrah. I suggested we plan the trip in a couple of months so we could organize our finances properly, but she wanted to go as soon as possible, which I told her was not a possibility as I couldn’t just take 10 days off from work without notice and also we need to manager our finances.
One thing led to another and well by the end of that conversation, we both admitted something we'd probably known for a long time.
We both agreed that maybe it's finally time to end it.
So here I am, 13 years after getting married, standing on the precipice of divorce. I will be submitting the papers this week for a mutual divorce.
The strange thing is that despite everything, I don't hate her. I think we genuinely loved each other. We travelled together, built memories together, supported each other through illnesses, career changes, and losing family. But somewhere along the way, love became buried under resentment.
I don't really know what life looks like after this. Right now my instinct is just to throw myself into work because I don't know what else to do. Part of me is relieved that the constant conflict might finally end. Another part of me is grieving the future I thought we'd have.
If you've gone through anything similar, even when there wasn't one obvious person to blame, how did you cope? How did you rebuild your life after spending more than a decade with someone who had become such a big part of your everyday life?
Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I just needed to get this off my chest.