My husband and I recently divorced. We have three beautiful children, the oldest 11. When I decided it was time for me to move on, I packed my bags and was ready to leave, when to my horror, my eldest decided to stay with his father. I dated my boyfriend for nine years, and we broke up a year ago. We have very little contact, which has been for the best.
Contact brings up too many memories.
I was in a similar situation. My husband and I were married over 30 years and self-employed. He was a perfectionist, which went well on the job because everyone was pleased with his quality work. Me, I was doing scheduling, coordinating with clients, bookkeeping, payroll, and quarterly reports. Because I was a country bumpkin accountant, I never paid myself a salary.