My divorce was difficult, because I never saw it coming, and it happened when I had been out of work for several months. One night, she supposedly went to a meeting of a nonprofit she was involved in. She didn’t come back until the next morning.
I was devastated. She had never expressed any problems (though, in retrospect, my being on unemployment was a factor). And after it happened, she just cut me off emotionally – we went from being close, to her being a stranger to me. I tried to patch things and find out what went wrong, but she refused to say anything about it.
We separated a couple of weeks later, with me moving into her relatives’ house (they thought she was crazy).
With all that, and being out of work, it was the low point in my life, brightened only by a letter from George Scithers of Isaac Asimov’s SF Magazine saying he was willing to buy a story of mine (my first sale) if I made a few small changes. (I had to rewrite the story three times until he was happy, and it was a humorous story, which is very hard to write when your life is going so badly).
The actual divorce was simple. She didn’t ask for alimony and started living with the other guy. She also let me have our house. I didn’t have a lawyer; when I met with her lawyer to go over the terms, he expressed a little irritation that she wasn’t asking for more.
I suffered the hangover from that for over 25 years. Certain songs would hit me so hard emotionally that when I heard them over a store’s PA system, I had to leave. I remarried and was very happy with it, but I was still upset and confused, wondering what I had done wrong and imagining it was my fault.
About two years ago, however, I was contacted by my ex in e-mail. She said it was really mostly her fault: she really wasn’t ready to be married, and went out with the other guy as a way to “play the field.” Afterwards, she thought I was furious at her, mistaking my depression for anger. She also felt guilty, which is why the divorce terms were so generous, and why she cut me off so abruptly – her guilt and her belief I was angry. I was finally able to get over it. I certainly wasn’t guiltless, but knowing it wasn’t entirely my fault lifted a weight from me.