When things fall to pieces. That's a pretty accurate phrase to encompass life these days. It's hard to think about the ending of two peoples connection and be so numb but my wife was right, we've been living as roommates for years. Now I've go to be the one to step forward and say things are beyond repair. That we've spent so many years, (4 to be exact), living and working apart with only 36-48 hours per week to connect. That we've spent so much of our time growing independently of each other that we are entirely different people then the two people who got married. That the rift between us is unbridgeable and that for both of our emotional well-being we've got to walk away as amicably as we can. Today is a melancholy day.
