I've got some questions about how should I be acting about this move? I mean, I'm trying to pack things up...discreetly, I guess would be the word. Stuff out of closets, from the attic, basement, etc. Stuff like the couches, computer, clothes, dishes, etc, I obviously can't do anything with until the day I actually go, so, I'm trying to get all the "other stuff".

Anyway, he saw some of the boxes stacked in the basement and asked what they were. I just said "stuff that was laying around" or sometihng. I could tell he was stunned by seeing the boxes. Maybe the reality starting to hit him?

I mean, I'm planning on moving out when he's at work. (And he knows this). So, the full effect won't hit him until he gets home and sees everything (and us) gone. He won't even have a bed to sleep on that night. Or a couch. LOL (well, he's got his stuff from his apartment down in the basement - but it's a waterbed and won't be filled up...I suppose he could drag his couch upstairs...)

My intent is to leave everything - pixs on the walls; pix on the mantle - things like that - I'm leaving all that stuff where they are until the day of my departure. (And YES, I'm doing it this way on purpose.)

Everything that I can get together....i.e. the stuff he doesn't "see" daily; toys, kids closets, my closet...etc...I'm packing those things up already.

My question is, I'm focusing my thoughts on the move...and yeah, for lack of a better wording - "looking forward" to whatever I can about the whole unpleasant thing. I mean, I'm not thrilled about this, but how should I be acting? On one hand, it's devastated me. On the other, I KNOW I'll be OK.

So what do I show him outwardly? Happiness I'm moving out? If I say something positive about it, he, of course, then jumps that "I'm happy I'm moving out". Act sad - well that doesn't work either. I've actually been trying to avoid any inference to it all, but it is kind of hard. Looming in the not so distant future. There are things we need to discuss.

I just don't know how to act these days. For all intents and purposes, if you were to peek in our window, you'd see a happy family. Eating dinner together, us still in the same bedroom, watching tv, etc, etc. Our interactions on a daily basis haven't changed either. I guess because I don't know what the hell to do.