Realized something really odd. I'm actually glad my wife dropped the Bomb. I look back at how I was two months ago, and I really didn't like myself too much. Didn't like my wife too much either. Now I'm healthier, more motivated, confident, trying new things all the time, and goal oriented. Back then I was just cruising along, taking what life gave me.
My wife told me last night that the last two months have been hell. I wonder if she looks at herself and has the same happiness about what she's doing.
I agree with what you're saying. Although I'm not "glad" that my W left, I am thankful as to how it snapped me out of my funk. I realized how short life is and there is more to it than just existing.
