Today is the first day of the “official” separation. Thanks primarily to Dan and Nicole, I was able to move the basic furniture into the room we will alternate using on our “off” weeks away from the girls. It is surreal sitting here on a familiar bed in a completely different location. I’ve done what I can to make it feel like home, but it’s weird - beyond weird, really - to know that my children are sleeping and breathing and living without me for the few hours I am not there. It hurts in a raw way. Hearing the words “divorce” from Lily’s mouth is also surreal, and I always have to take a deep breath before answering her questions. Most of the time, I have no answers, and most of the time, she is satisfied with that.
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Hang in there Homeslice. I remember the most surreal feeling of being totally alone, once when my parents left after staying in Charlottesville a few days when they dropped me off at UVA, and again when my friend left for the night after taking care of me the day I had my wisdom teeth out, leaving me alone with my medication hangover to try to sleep sitting up. Hope you’re doing alright. Miss you on twitter.
I’m sure the words don’t even begin to cover how you feel. All you can do right now is try to make the best of the situation…and know that your kids will, one day, appreciate the sacrifices you both are making.
Like Melissa above, I miss seeing your tweets. Hang in there.
There isn’t much I can say to make it any easier, but I hope that through the sadness and awkwardness you will find the happiness you’re looking for.
My thoughts and prayers are with you each day.