He/She just didn't understand me.

We were too young when we got married and we grew away from each other.

My spouse couldn't cope with my success.

He started to ask me to do "things", best not say what, but it would make your toes curl.

I made the mistake of thinking I could help my spouse change, but it just doesn't work that way.

We weren't right for each other.

He/She wanted to go off and be a topless go-go dancer in a bar in Bali and I could never get used to the food

I discovered after we were married that most of his/her family had been institutionalized, and I was concerned that any children we had might inherit his/her insanity genes.

Man wasn't created to live with just one person for a whole lifetime. It just isn't natural.

My spouse had a crazy psychotherapist who was jealous of our relationship and wanted to break us apart

My spouse's family never liked me and they worked against me the whole time. Eventually, they won.

My spouse couldn't cope with aging. I was a constant reminder of how old we really were, so I had to go.

He/She isn't up for parole for another thirty years.

My spouse joined a cult.

It wasn't a real marriage. We just did it for immigration purposes.

I realized I married my father/mother.