I don't know if this will help. I just know I need to talk to somebody about this. My wife left me a week ago. I arrived home from work, and she wasn't there. Only a letter which said that she had had it, and that she's leaving me. We were having problems in the last couple of months. I started a very big and imortant project at work which has caused me to stay at the office way into the night, and it started to happen that I would finally get home, and she would already be asleep. It's the same that happened two years ago. Back then she gave me an ultimatum: I either had to find another job, or she would leave. Fortunately, the project ended about a week after that, and things went back to normal. Or so I thought. This time, I received no complaints, no warnings, no ultimatums, no nothing. Only that stupid letter. Over the weekend I tried to contact her on her phone, whatsapp, e-mail, and she didn't respond. I had to track her cell phone (technically my cell phone, since my name is on it, and I pay for it), and found out she's in her parents house in Monterrey. About 500 miles away. Yesterday, a week after she left, I finally got a call from her lawyer. She doesn't want anything, not even the house. Only a quick, clean divorce, and never to see me again. She's accusing me of being a workaholic, that I'm not open about my problems, and that I technically "abandonded" her by not being home enough. I don't know what to do. I couldn't bear to sleep alone in the house, so I'm staying in my parents house for a while, until I figure out what to do. On the bright side, we don't have kids, she has her stuff, I have mine. It shouldn't be that messy or complicated. I don't know if I really am a "workaholic". Yes, I work a lot. And contrary to most of the people I know, I actually enjoy my job. The thing is, it's really hard to find an 8 to 5 job in the IT business. I guess I could find one, but cutting my salary to half (or less) in this economy is something I just don't want to do. I guess that's all. This is the first time I talk about this "outloud". Only my parents and my broher know what's going on. I haven't told anybody else. I guess talking about my problems with a bunch of strangers over the Internet might help. It might not. I don't know if I care. I'm TJ. I'm 33 years old. I'm back in my parents' house. This is not what I had planned years ago, when I left.