For the Guy with Kids and a WW 8

[hopeful4her]

I'm home now. What used to be a home, at least.

I didn't make it out. The last half hour of work was very difficult. The sadness grabbed hold of me. I couldn't work. I kept getting teary eyed. Mom calls to see how I am. I tell her I'm ok. She sounds worse than I do. After I get out, I can't go out. To choked up. I decide to visit my parents. Have a beer with dad. I get there, and my sister says that when mom saw it was me, she ran off to another room. I go find her and she is sitting at her computer wiping her eyes, holding a piece of pizza. I go to her, take the pizza away and hug her. She does what?

She puts her arms around my neck and gently strokes my hair. She's crying. I start to cry. We talk for about two hours. I mean a lot of stuff. Wife. The marriage. The kids. My ex. I finally told her about OM. She was angry before. Now she is really mad at her. My best friend calls me to stop by on the way home and I do. His girlfriend who went through a bad divorce is there too. I think he planned it. WE talk for about an hour over a glass of wine. God. Signs. Om. Marriage. They are concerned. I tell them that I am dreading going home. They want me to call them later.

I come home. China hutch gone. Her clothes gone. Not much of a sign of her. All the photo albums. Marriage stuff gone. Her dresser is still there but empty.

Girls beds are still there and their dressers, too. A few dolls that were up on a wall are still there. Barbie house gone. ALL their clothes and shoes gone. Everything in their closet is gone. S14 took his tv and computer and bookshelf. Futon is still there. His round chair is gone. Still has some clothes in the closet, but some are gone.

I am very upset about the girls stuff. Every bit of their clothes and shoes and toys except a few stuffed animals.

No way.

This is going to be so hard.