Technically, my husband divorced me. I had wanted to separate, much against his wishes, but once he realised I was determined to end the marriage, he wanted to find another wife as quickly as possible. Some friends of ours had a neighbour who had been widowed a few years before. They decided they wanted to be married, so I furnished my husband with grounds to divorce me. It seemed only fair, as I had instigated the separation and it made no difference to our financial settlement. As I was earning as much as he was, we just split the proceeds of the matrimonial home 50/50 and I used my half to buy a small detached house for myself and our two daughters. I asked for no maintenance, and he just gave the girls a small monthly allowance until they left school. Later, when I was working abroad, I sold the house and gave the girls half each for deposits on their own houses. I paid for all their furniture and household appliances, paid for driving lessons and bought them a car, which I taxed and insured. I suppose I felt some guilt for breaking up the home, although they quite understood why I needed to be free from him. He has done nothing for them since they turned 16.
I was glad in a way, as it made me feel that I had been right to leave him.