One Month
So I’ve been living in this state of quasi-separation from my wife for one month now.
And it hurts. There’s not a minute that goes by that I don’t think about her. Wonder what she’s doing, and how she’s doing. Wonder if she’s thinking about us, and remembering the good times.
There are a few restaurants I haven’t been able to go into. Like El Rodeo - one of our favorite Mexican restaurants. It was the last restaurant we ate in as a couple. And Sushi Thai - the restaurant where we had my birthday dinner, not even two weeks before all of this happened.
In fact, it’s become a regular thing for me to drive past a restaurant or a store, and to think to myself “gosh - the last time I was in there, we were still together”.
You can’t appreciate how much “togetherness” there is after you’ve been married for eight years (unless, of course, you’ve gone through what I’m going through now - in which case you may understand it perfectly).
We started marriage counseling last week, and it’s been going well. Nothing is certain, but I feel like we’re starting to make some real progress. It’s giving me something to hold onto.
Carolyn moves out on Saturday. I don’t know if I’ll be there or not. As much as I want to help, it just might be too hard for me. She understands that and won’t be angry if I’m not around.
