I doesn't matter that my wife dropped the bomb over two months ago, and I was living under a lot of stress and uncertainty just from that. But her actually filing for divorce two weeks ago has been a whole different journey.

On the tough side, I am emotionally wiped out many days, have a hard time motivating to do much of anything except the bare minimum. It seems like a bad dream as I have to find a new place to live, plan for the moving date, setting up electric and cable servive, etc. All this stuff I need to do, and I don't want to do any of it. I feel like I am walking to my own hanging, tying my own noose. I just can't believe this is actually going to happen. It is like a bad dream. I feel like the first night in the new place alone is going to be a real emotional collapse for me.

There are some positive moments, where I do feel some peace and a desire to move on to a new stage. I am succeeding at remaining detached from my W, and we are establishing a good cordial working relationship on kid and financial details, etc. In some moments I realize that the old R is dead, and this process is inevitable and at this point nevessary, just to move on to something, anything, new. And I feel a bit of strength, and optimism for the future.


Me:42 W:41
M:12 T:3
D7, D7, S5
Sep#1 Winter 2012 for 4 months
W divorce bomb 6/9/14
Started "in-house separation" 7/2014
W files for D 8/28/14
I move out 9/27/14