Well this will eat up a year of my life, and then there’s all that weight to be lost.
{heavy sigh}
Well, she finally announced to day that she wants a divorce. It has been very long in coming. She started withdrawing from me probably in late 2000. We’ve tried and tried but she just can’t get those feelings back for me. She moved out on Memorial Day weekend and we’ve been talking a little but today she came over and let me know. I’m glad she did it face to face and I think in the long run we will be friends. I’m going to try and keep this apt myself. She hasn’t been contributing much money wise so I think I can afford it myself and I’m sorry I know it is New York but I can’t have a roommate at 40 years old. That would be too depressing.
{another heavy sigh}
People just don’t stay in love with me for some reason. I don’t know why. They never have. I’ve always been dumped. I’ve always been faithful. What I need to do is go and find someone who looks just like her and nail her and then dump her. Sound advice.
Sucks to be me.
Aw damn. I’m sorry, Zebra. I wish I had some consoling thing to say, but all I can think of is ‘aw. Damn.’ I hope things get easier for you soon.
Take care.
Didn’t get the title, but I did get the Paul Simon quote in the first line.
I’ll be thinking about you. A good friend of mine is also going through a divorce of his wife’s choice at the moment, and I know it can be demoralizing. Hang in there; it doesn’t mean you’re unworthy or anything like that.
Hey Zebra,
Long time divorced dude checking in to commiserate. Usually, while you’re going through the actual divorce, it sucks ass. No two ways about it. Focus on taking care of yourself and not letting things get out of hand, would be my advice. Forty isn’t too old for a room mate, but it’s definitely too old for the wrong room mate. Maybe moving eventually wouldn’t be too bad of an idea.
Tough it out, it will get better. I hope you still have my email. Drop me a note if you care too.
