I cooked dinner for Debs tonight.

No, wait; it wasn’t like that. No, not that either. We just talked. It was good to sit down and talk without being in shock. I won’t say it was happy, but it certainly left me feeling a lot better. A little closer to resolving all the thoughts and feelings.

We discussed why we were just where we are, and a little of where we’re going next. Most importantly, we discussed Romilly (who I’ve had the pleasure of entertaining all weekend). She’s caught in the middle of all of this, and doesn’t understand any of it. I’m not sure I really understand it yet, either, but I’m trying my hardest to make sure that she doesn’t get hurt.

I’m trying to make sure I don’t get any more hurt too. I’m still not quite ready to take off this wedding ring, but I think I’ll be able to get there now. It’s not what I want, but I think it’s where I’m going.

As the old saying goes: “life sucks, and then you die”. I guess I’ve got a lot more suck to deal with, because I’m not planning on dying any time soon.