An 18-Year Divorce Promise
For eighteen years, my wife, Elizabeth Connerty, never once reached out to her first love, Lucas Ryder.
She committed herself fully to me and cooked warm meals for me. She attended every parent-teacher conference for our daughter. She carefully planned our family trips year after year.
That was how we lived—quietly, steadily, and happily—for eighteen years.
But after our daughter celebrated her eighteenth birthday, I turned to Elizabeth and said, "Let's get a divorce."
She stood in the doorway of our daughter's bedroom, staring at me in stunned silence.
I added calmly, "When our daughter was born, you promised me that once she turned eighteen, we would divorce."