He's leaving.
He was scheduled to depart on August 31st. Instead, he's decided to leave early. He says it's because this limbo thing is too hard on both of us, but especially me. And it's true. We're living separate lives but in an exceptionally weird way now, because we both know it's just a matter of time before we split for good. Before, we lived our separate lives, but were content(?) in knowing that we wanted it that way. Did we really? I don't know.
So, tonight my daughter said something about Dad moving out in a few days and I said, "What?" I didn't know because he didn't tell me. Is this the last (and very lame) surprise he'll ever give me? What do I feel? Excited! I can hardly wait. I have plans. I'm going to rekindle friendships. I'm going to become healthy and cook more. I'm going to redecorate (on serious budget) the house and make it feel like Mine instead of Ours.
But for now...I have to wait. More waiting. ~ME
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