This is my opening entry. But it isn’t Day One. It’s some weeks ago that my wife decided she didn’t want to be with me or our girls anymore.
As I write this, I am in my bed–what was our bed–alone and lonely. The kids were asleep hours ago. It’s the nights I find hardest because I no longer have the motivation to catch up on paperwork, but don’t find the freedom of a hard sleep easy either.
I think a divorce is likely but it’s not certain. The uncertainty adds to the stress, but it is a step above being told it’s all over. Perhaps my wife is having a mid-life crisis and will come back one day with her tail between her legs. How many men have trodden that path before?
I have decided to chronicle my experiences in this blog. I don’t even know if it’s personal to me or visible to the world. I assume my real name won’t be visible, but haven’t checked that carefully yet. I want to be able to be open, but protect the innocent and, although I don’t know why, the guilty.