What?! No way. Wow.

This is such an unbelievable story, it still blows my mind to think about it. When I decided to propose to my wife last year, I also decided to dedicate myself to make sure she's happy. I have done everything for her. I have supported her, both emotionally and financially, I have been faithful, loving, patient, understanding, fun, sexually satisfying, basically everything that a good man should do to the woman he loves. When she brought the idea to my attention last fall to take her to the US early, meaning she stays there while I finish my obligations here in Bogota, I was initially excited about it. At the time, she had a lot of maturing to do, a lot of personal growth to do, and a lot of independence to acknowledge. I knew it would be tough living apart and doing the long distance thing, but I knew that it would ultimately benefit her.

At some point, I recall one of my co-workers jokingly saying that she was going to meet some other guy. I never believed it because she had so much to risk and so much to lose: her new life in a new country, new opportunities, new friends, and a clean slate. I thought that it would be absolutely ridiculous for her to do something leave me for someone else. And that is exactly what she did. Within six weeks of the day I left in January to return to Bogota, she fell in love with her boss.

So we're divorcing. It'll be her second (and something tells me that it won't be her last) and my first (and last). She'll be returning to Bogota sooner rather than later. Apparently, her new man has promised her that he would come after her and marry her here. Little does he know that the only way that a US citizen can marry a Colombian citizen is if he or she is a legal resident of Colombia for at least six months continuously. Unfortunately for him, the maximum amount of time a US citizen can spend visiting Colombia is 90 days. Whatever. It's not my problem anymore.

I am still stunned that she could be so incredibly stupid and insecure about being alone. I'd like to say that I'm heartbroken but that hasn't really set in yet (if it even does). I'm still on the aghast high right now. I did absolutely nothing wrong. I fought the good fight. I did everything I could to help her make the right decisions and give her the advice she needed. It was ultimately her insecurities and her bad choices that ended everything. (Her new nickname is The FC.)