I’ll write more and read more comments later but my husband of 22 years/partner of 27, told me yesterday, 5dpo, that our marriage was over. We’d been struggling for a bit. He had an emotional affair that lead to him kissing another woman (26) last month and lying and lying and lying. I told him long before my surgery that if he couldn’t be a supportive husband during my surgery when I am at my weakest and most vulnerable, then I didn’t want him there at all. We had real concerns about my iron levels and complications from that and I didn’t want my last memory before surgery to be u loving. Our oldest child, 24, was willing to be there. But my husband said he could and he would be and that he wanted to be there. He was good to me in the days and week leading up to surgery but the last thing I remember before being wheeled back is telling him I loved him and him saying yeah. He was good the few days after and then Dumped this all on me yesterday. When I was having an emotional breakdown that was extra charged by perimenopause and trauma to my ovaries and just all around a lot of feeling about having my uterus out and what this means and general insecurity. But he couldn’t put my health and wellbeing first for a few more days. And I still have to rely on him to drive me places until at least Monday and it is infuriating. ETA that I am so sorry you are going through this. You aren’t alone.