26 June 2008

And so it goes ...

My marriage is over. It pains me to type that, but I have to. I am choosing to move on because I know I have so much left for me in my life. He moved out this past Saturday. I came home from work to find him and all of his things gone ... again. No, it wasn't as much of a shock as the last time he left, but it was a considerable shock nonetheless. So much so that my parents drove an hour here and hour back to pick me up and take me to their house because I couldn't be alone and I couldn't drive myself. Yes, we'd been having problems, no things weren't perfect, but I didn't think, I still don't think, it meant we shouldn't be together. But, my husband thinks differently, and so he's gone.

So, now I'm looking for a new apartment, am working with a lawyer and a therapist, am trying to figure out the best way to stay in school, and am trying to continue working for a local waterfront trail group all while trying to deal with this deep pain. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers. I need all the help I can get.