12 Years of a Happy Marriage Without a Wedding, But Just 6 Months After Moving My Mother In, My Marriage Crumbled

After my wife’s health stabilized and she was discharged from the hospital, the first thing she did was to decide on a divorce.

When we returned from the hospital, my boyfriend unexpectedly gave me his entire fortune and begged me to fulfill one last wish. Hearing this made my whole body go cold.

I was devastated to lose my fiancée after spending the night with my ex.

I love my wife, but I still wanted to “have fun” with other women.

Twelve years may not seem long, but it is long enough to build a life together, to form memories, and to truly understand the person you’re with. It’s enough time for two strangers to become a family, for love to turn into deep affection and connection.

When my wife and I decided to marry, we had to face numerous challenges, especially the objections from my family. Honestly, after all these years, after moving past the impulsiveness of youth and becoming parents ourselves, I still couldn’t understand why my parents adamantly opposed our marriage.

Because of their rejection, we chose to live independently, completely separating from my parents. My family wasn’t rich, but they were relatively well-off. As the only son, I was spoiled after my parents spent years trying to conceive. From birth to the day I married, I hardly knew what hardship was, and I never had to struggle to achieve anything. Everything came easily for me. Therefore, despite everything, I decided to almost completely distance myself from my parents. It wasn’t an easy decision, but I’ve never regretted it.

Throughout those hard times, my wife was always there for me, never complaining or blaming me. When my parents punished me by refusing to provide any material or emotional support, my wife silently gave what she had to support me. She never had the wedding that every girl dreams of, but she chose to be with me, accepting the struggles of our early marriage.

We faced many difficulties, from living in a cramped rental house, driving an old car with barely enough money for gas, to walking because we couldn’t afford the fuel. Yet, over time, our lives gradually stabilized and improved. She was my source of encouragement, my emotional support, my companion in every step of life.

Twelve years of a happy marriage without even a wedding, but after just six months of having my mother live with us, my marriage suddenly fell apart.

If it weren’t for me, she would have had many better options. A woman with beauty, intelligence, and good character had no shortage of admirers. Even now, after having two children with me, my wife still looks beautiful, and no one would know she has given birth twice and endured hardships.

I shouldn’t have been so greedy. When I realized that my happiness could only be found in a stable marriage with a beautiful wife, wise children, and a stable life, I shouldn’t have wished to fix the relationship between my wife and my mother.

I still remember the day my mother-in-law told me that her daughter had sacrificed her youth for me and received cold treatment from my parents. So, why, when she was getting older, did I expect her daughter to serve and care for someone who never treated her well?

However, by the time I understood these words, it was already too late.

Everything started about a year ago when my father moved permanently to the city to live with relatives on his side of the family. Noticing my mother was alone, I decided to invite her to live with us. Deep down, I still hoped I could mend the relationship between my mother and wife. Despite my mother’s mistakes, she is the one who gave me life. I simply wanted to care for her in her old age if possible.

I never expected this would be the turning point that led to the end of the marriage I had carefully nurtured for over a decade. In the six months my mother lived with us, she subtly tormented my wife in many ways, all while being clever enough to ensure I didn’t notice. My wife, after several attempts to talk to me, finally decided to silently endure it.

My mother was cruel, vicious, and toxic to the point where my wife developed multiple severe mental health issues. After unsuccessful treatments, my in-laws had no choice but to admit my wife to the hospital for inpatient care to prevent further harm.

It was at this point that I began to understand the situation, but my priority was treating my wife, and I didn’t have the time to investigate what had transpired. I knew that despite my wife’s efforts to protect our family’s happiness, she had reached her limit and fallen into a terrible state.

Once her health stabilized and she was discharged from the hospital, the first thing she did was demand a divorce.

No explanation, no mention of reasons, and she didn’t even ask for assets. What she requested was to take our two children – the only reason she had fought through her illness.

Now, standing at the brink of losing my precious partner, I realize that nothing is more important than building and protecting a happy family. Love should not come with conditions, and happiness cannot be built on a foundation of suffering and sacrifice. In life, there are things you cannot be stubborn about. Because of my own ambitions, I’ve now lost the most important thing.

I don’t dare to try to hold onto her; I can only respect her wishes because my wife’s mental state is fragile. Even the slightest impact could shatter everything. My mother has pushed a strong woman into this situation, yet still, she cruelly accuses her of “pretending,” “acting,” calling her a “fox spirit”…

Why didn’t I recognize my mother’s cruelty sooner…?