Yes, my job as wife and mother gave me every material advantage, but it didnt give me the one thing I craved: love
Lights were twinkling in the harbour below as I sat down at our beautiful mahogany dining table, took out a sheet of paper and prepared to write the most difficult letter of my life.
My two young daughters were in bed, the maid had gone home for the evening, and I was all alone waiting for my husband, Harry, to come home from his city job.
As my eyes flicked from the panoramic view of one of Hong Kong’s harbours to the exquisite paintings on the walls of our apartment, it was hard to believe that I was contemplating giving all this up. Yet I honestly didn’t know how I could go on.
Yes, my ‘job’ as wife and mother gave me every material advantage, but it didn’t give me the one thing I craved: love.
And that’s why I sat down and wrote a letter to my husband resigning from our marriage.
I went through the entire package. In painstaking detail I laid out every one of my duties and every perk. And I ended by telling him that I was giving him six months’ notice.
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