He moved out. For some reason, he decided to leave the house earlier than planned. He says it's because he saw how hard this limbo thing was on me. I don't know what to believe. When I knew he'd be moving the rest of his stuff out, I left the house. It just seemed too weird. What does one say to a hasband of 30 years when he moves out? Bye? See you later? Have a nice life? See you tomorrow...next week...next month? So, I avoided the whole thing by leaving.
If I didn't have a son still at home, I might have celebrated in some way. But truth is, celebrating the end of a marriage to his father just seemed wrong too. I don't even know if I would have celebrated if I were alone. So, what did I do with my newfound freedom? I cleaned the house. I watched a little T.V. and I went to bed. Sorry, but that's my anti-climactic story.
Have you been through this? What was your first night alone like?
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