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The husband would go out, and come back in the middle of the night drunk, and the wife would be up waiting, and then the arguments began. A neighbor who lived across the driveway in the house next door, was also a witness to these arguments, especially during the summer when the windows were open. The neighbor's bedroom window was right across from their dining room, where the arguments always took place. The sound carried, so it wasn't as if you could ignore it. Nobody had air conditioning back then, so you couldn't close your windows to block it out.

Sounds like something from another time, or a scene in a play written by Tennessee Williams.

[...] that made me realize in my own situation, that I would rather live alone, and be happy, than live with someone and be totally miserable.

Heartbreaking! I sincerely hope that you have since found healing!

Regards,

"Heartbreaking! I sincerely hope that you have since found healing!"

Thanks. It's been 43 years. It didn't take long to get over being f*cked over. If you love yourself, trust yourself and God, and respect yourself, it's easy to move on. You realize your bad choices, refuse to repeat them, and refuse to compromise your values ever again. Been happily divorced for 43 years. If there is such a thing as self-actualization, I reached that stage many years ago.