You made a mistake. You married the wrong person, that’s all. It was an accident, an unintended error. A simple mistake.
You married the person who was financially stable, a good provider, calm in times of crisis, dependable and solid. You didn’t quite realize at the time that “solid” meant sitting around nights watching the carpet age. That a a hot date with “dependable” was going over last year’s tax return. That going to sporting events with “calm in times of crisis” meant a complete lack of emotion in the face of game-saving field goals.
What to do now? Like with any mistake, there must be a way to rectify it. You need a redo. You need the Undo command. Ctrl-Z in the world of Microsoft Windows.
But that’s where you make your second mistake. You share this plan with the person you married. “How about a tiny divorce,” you say. “A micro separation. You see, I just realized I married the wrong person.”
You pay for that comment. The Silent Treatment for three days – three days! Then, the person you married moves out, taking their Quick Books and tax return files with them.
Oh, well. Plenty more fish in the sea.