W just came home early and had a talk. I was just about to leave for the gym but decided listen since she'd been moping around the house for a week now. She asked if I was happy. Said she isn't happy. Of course, the only way to be happy is to feel madly in love with another person. That is the 1 known cure to depression. Not that she'd ever hear the truth in that coming from me, so I didn't say it.

She said this feels like it's forced. I responded it's a choice, but she still feels like it's forced. I say, "OK, I get that, fine." She's sad and she's doesn't feel good. I just listened and validate here and there. She asks if I care. I said yes. Talk lasted 40 minutes before I finally told her I needed to get going.

Then she calls when I'm barely out of the neighborhood. I thought about not answering, but figured that'd be a little immature since I wasn't on the other line. She said more of the same stuff, and I tried getting off the phone, but she kept going. She was a little more forthcoming on the phone, whereas in person she was tiptoeing around the big scary words. She asked an indirect question about MC, which is at 5 PM tonight. She knows the cancellation policy is 24 hour minimum notice. Then she gets mad at me for "getting mad at her". I told her I'm not mad, just annoyed b/c she already knows the policy.

She asks "Will you be fair?". She was speaking as far as dividing assets, though she refused to be clear. I simply said "Yes". She asked "how do you want to do this?". Well since I don't want a divorce I said "however you want, it's up to you". Then it was boohoo poor her, I act like I don't even care, I'm not even sad, etc.

Anyways, I really don't feel down. I've been through all this crap before, I'm determined to be happy no matter what, and even if she does go file for divorce, what am I losing? Unfortunately we don't have a healthy relationship and haven't for a while. Going out to dinner with my sister and making a Craiglist purchase! Oh boy!


H 34
W 29
BD 3/12/18
Divorce Busted Spring 19

It is not things that bother us, but the stories we tell ourselves about things.