I told my husband that I wanted a divorce back in October. I asked if he would like to go to a mediator to try to settle all the issues and then file a consent decree, instead of litigating everything in court. He refused to talk about it and refused to even talk about when he might be willing to talk about it, saying, "this is a bad time" and "maybe after the holidays."
Truth be told, I might've deferred to my soon-to-be-ex-husband's desire to wait until January to discuss divorce, but for Trump's election.... See, I knew that I wasn't going to change my mind, so waiting seemed a little pointless. But I typically like to try to make others happy, so I waited a couple of weeks....
...until, on November 8, the unthinkable happened: Trump got elected.
I am a hardcore hippie liberal who supported Sanders in the primary. My soon-to-be-ex-husband is a Republican.
I can't stand Trump. Policies aside, he seemed to me to be a racist, misogynistic, power-hungry, bullying narcissist with a tendency to overreact to perceived slights and with no experience, little knowledge, and no interest in learning anything about foreign policy. In short, completely unqualified to be President, and a jerk besides. I am terrified that he will start a global nuclear war in reaction to some perceived insult from a foreign leader.
My soon-to-be-ex-husband liked him. During the primary season, as we were arguing about Trump, I told him that if Trump got elected, I'd divorce him. I was kind of serious even then. I have a hard time understanding how we have drifted so far apart in our core values. He seemed to admire Trump's blustering, bullying, assaholic ways. I noticed more and more that the things I dislike most about my soon-to-be-ex-husband are traits that he shares with Trump...
I never thought it would happen. But it did. They announced that Trump had won the election.
And suddenly, I felt that I had to be divorced, ASAP.
See, I can deal with a certain amount of sadness in my life. I can take a sorry excuse for a marriage if the world outside my home is tolerable. I can take an intolerable president (Bush, for example), if my home life and mariage are tolerable. But when both are intolerable, I can't take it.
When my marriage first really became intolerable, part way through Bush's second term, I got very depressed. I was barely functional and many days would not have gotten out of bed except that I had kids to care for. I never want to feel that way again.
Then Obama got elected, life was cheerier in general, and I became much more functional and less depressed, though still unhappy in my marriage.
But when we elected the narcissstic orange man as POTUS, despair set in. I cannot take four to eight years of both my home life and the world at large sucking. I would likely kill myself from despair if forced to endure both.
I can't control who is president, but I can damn sure control whether I'm married or not.
So, two days after the election, I filed for divorce.
It's not really fair to say Trump "caused" my divorce. I would have ended up divorced eventually. But his election was the precipitating event.
I want to be happily divorced for at least some amount of time before the nuclear holocaust begins.