On the bright side, I can park in the middle of the driveway. That's the most positive thing I can think to say after 60 days. That's how long it's been since my husband (the 2nd one) moved out. I can park right in the middle of the damn driveway! Whoo-hoo.
We spent 4 years dating because we wanted to "be careful". It was the second marriage for both of us. We each had kids - our top priority. We even read numerous books on blended families. (All of them said we were doomed, by-the-way!) Then we bought a house and got married. I thought we were happy.
Well, that last sentence is not entirely true. I was unhappy. Because he had checked out of the marriage. I thought it was because of the economy, but I was wrong. I thought maybe it was because he turns 50 in December. But he had definitely checked out of the marriage. I was lonely, and unhappy. But certainly not thinking THIS would happen!
He said, "We made a mistake." He said, "It's harder than he thought it would be". (Referring to the whole "blended family" thing.) He said, "He didn't love me anymore." He said, "We made a bad decision."
So I said, "Get out."
Now, I can park right in the middle of the driveway. I also have a lot more closet space! And a much lower grocery bill. We even have less trash each week! Whoo-hoo.
HOW could a man who calls himself a "grown-up" do something like this? He just walked away. He quit. Just plain quit. Unbelievable! Really.
