With just enough liquid courage coursing through my veins to take the edge off – but not too much to make this easy – I sit on the arm of the love seat a couple feet away from her. After a good ten minutes of internal debate, I just blurt out without even looking at her ‘I want a divorce.’
She responds ‘Ok that’s fine, we just need to get out of debt first….’
So with that, I find myself where I am. I am immediately set at ease by the fact that I don’t have to have a long, dragged out debate on what went wrong and what we can do to fix things, and I am quite happy. It’s not until the next day that the ridiculousness of her response hits me. She didn’t even ask what went wrong, or even why, she just wants me to bail her out financially. I tell her that that is not an option, as I have too many plans that I can’t wait around for.
So it begins…
