Mary left me two nights ago. It was a Thursday and I had to work late to perform some maintenance on one of our servers. Our son Tom had a wrestling meet that they all went to. Mary had told me via email & text a few times that afternoon and evening to call her before coming home. I knew that something was up, but she seemed reluctant to discuss until then.
I let her know that I was on my way, it was perhaps 9:30 or 10. She called and told me that she was leaving. She had already moved out her clothing and some other items from our bedroom. We have a second house, that is going to be foreclosed, but it’s currently empty so she took the day off of work and moved her stuff into it. She was unwilling to see me. I should have just driven home…but fear sometimes causes you to hesitate. That’s my problem, well one of them.
I spend the next 36 hours in bed. Not eating, not sleeping. Crying. I feel so lost. I feel hurt. I feel angry. She left, without giving us a chance to work on things. And she wouldn’t even do it to my face.
I’m not a bad man, as a matter of fact, she outright told me that I”m a “very good, kind man.” But now, I’m a broken man.
Note: This entry was written after the fact.