I got a call from the front desk at my work. There's someone here to see me. My heart starts to thump. I thought, this is it. I'm being served. This is the end of my marriage.

It turned out to be someone else.

I thought I would be more ready, mentally and emotionally. This revealed to me that despite the nearly year long separation, despite all of my DB-ing, despite all of my mental preparation to let her go, I haven't really let her go.

How much more wrenching can this little fist sized muscle, the heart, take?


Me: 50, MLC/WW 45
Young kids
Nov 2015: BD1
Apr 2016: BD2
Jan 2017: W filed
Feb 2017: D final