Followup
She moved out yesterday.
I'm miserable as I go through the "depression" phase, but I know, my brain tells me, that it's not like other depression and it's temporary. It comes in waves and I cry as I see bits of our lives together that are no longer there; the missing furniture, everything off the refrigerator.
The dogs are confused. The boy didn't sleep on the bed last night, which is unusual for him. He slept downstairs until I woke up in the middle of the night and carried him up. The girl is clinging to me, following me everywhere.
But it's kind of expected. I know this would happen, and I look forward to the point where the house feels like it's completely my place.
And I went through the online personals, and you know, there are some awesome women out there, all literate and talented and cute and stuff.
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