I came home today, and found the internet browser open to a kijiji listing for a one bedroom basement suite today.
The idea of 'divorce' is really not something I like to think about. Sometimes I find myself pondering whether he's the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. Perhaps a break is what we need. Then again, maybe not. I couldn't picture myself even holding someone the way I love to hold him. I love him, but I find myself missing who he was, the vigor and youthfulness that once announced itself in his step. His laughter, and the way he once took care of himself. I guess I just miss talking to him mostly.. Things will get better. They have to.