I am currently going through my second divorce. I'm not sure whether I'm rubbish as a husband or just bad at choosing wives. The first one was easy, my new wife went to bed early on the first night of honeymoon and we never had sex again. The judge agreed that this was unreasonable behaviour and I processed my divorce in a month for £140 in court costs.
The current divorce is more complex. We have three children under 7 and two different properties to sell in order to buy one for my family to live in. I need to find a shack for myself but this is something I hadn't anticipated and it's taking me time to sort out. We've only known each other for ten years, married for eight, and it has been a whirlwind from start to finish. We met whilst we were on military operations in Iraq and I had not anticipated that whilst pursuing Saddam's supposed weapons of mass destruction I was going to end up married. I am blogging the process of my divorce, partly because it's cathartic to do so but also because it is forming the basis of a second book:
I have very few regrets in my life - even my worst mistake of all (my last ex) resulted in my children, and if she hadn't been such a b*tch, my children would probably still be living with her and I'd have missed them being around growing up. Every cloud.....