I went right from my parents home to a relationship with my ex. We lived together 5 years before we were married. We were married 10 years. 15 years is nothing in comparison to 32 years but, I can say I had a rough time. I was the one that initiated the divorce. I left with two toddlers and was alone for the first time in my life. I was unprepared and scared and I struggled for a long time. I was angry, hurt, and lost. Remember I initiated it. I knew I didn't love him anymore, but he was all that I had ever known too. It was a rollercoaster of emotions. I didn't know who I was. I was his wife, a mother, daughter.... But, I had spent so much time in the marriage I could not tell you who I was. Everyone will tell you time helps and it does. People will tell you to join groups take classes etc....and those things help. But, what helped me the most was the journey to self-discovery. Finding me and getting to know who I was. My ex had a contemporary taste in furnishings. So therefore, I did also. He liked his steak cooked rare and his potatoes a certain way. His routines were my routines. He was a dominant person so my opinions took a backseat. Years of this and then wham... Guess what? I don't actually like contemporary and I like my steaks where they don't moo.