A Divorce After 50 Years That She Soon Regretted

Regret Comes Quietly

Margaret hadn’t left because of cruelty, betrayal, or abuse. She had left because of boredom.

Boredom, she now understood, is sometimes just peace wearing ordinary clothes.

When she saw Thomas months later at their grandson’s birthday party, he looked older. Smaller, somehow. He was polite but distant. The easy familiarity between them had been replaced by careful conversation.

That was when regret truly settled in—not as a dramatic realization, but as a slow ache.

She had mistaken stability for stagnation.
She had confused comfort with complacency.
She had underestimated the value of shared history.