confusion

It wasn’t long after the holidays, when our “separation” took effect. It wasn’t legal, just physical and I had been holding out for the counseling sessions that we’d agreed to. It was winter and I remember the cold clearly because I could still see my breath in the air, even at night.

I was walking up the block, on my way home from work one day when I stopped dead at my front gate.

He’s here. I thought to myself.

My heart sank a little. He’d barely been out of the house three weeks.

why.was.he.here?

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choices

I think the thing I always attempt to do when in the middle of a crisis is assess the situation as objectively as possible. After the initial shock dies down, I tend to sitrep the events in my head (and sometimes on paper) to start looking at the “truths” of a situation at any given moment.

Not the emotions. Just the facts:

  • I was now living in my house alone, (save for the tenants).
  • I was physically, (but not legally) separated from my husband.
  • I was working a steady freelance gig that paid my rate.
  • I had new tenants.
  • I had to wash the dishes.
  • I had to get the clothes out of the dryer.
  • I had just fed the cats.

But how did I get here?

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