I dropped off our dog to his new apartment this evening. Normally I would have him pick her up, but I decided to do a 180 and offered to drop her off. It's a long walk (45 minutes), and I'm not sure how we're going to keep doing this. Then I asked him how to get to the subway so I could get home, and he gave me directions. It made me a little sad, because he knows I have a terrible sense of direction, and he doesn't live in the safest neighborhood, and it was dark out. The old him would have never let me walk alone, but he just doesn't care anymore.

Isn't it crazy how we once stood in front of family/friends, looked this person in the ey and promised to love each other forever? It baffles me.

His new neighborhood is kind of desolate, and far from his work. I know his financial situation and he has to be struggling, or accruing significant debt. Yet he is still happier, and I feel empty.


Me: early 30s
Husband: early 30s
Married 3 years, together 6
No children

ILYBINILWY: 3/2015
He asks for divorce: 4/2015
Moves out for good: 5/2015
I start the divorce process 8/2015