A month ago Chef told me he didn’t think he loved me anymore. Subsequent events show he lied, he actually doesn’t love me anymore.
Within a month he has completely extricated himself from our lives. In a whole month he’s seen – or been in their presence would be a better description – the boys for about 2.5hrs.
He packed up his life in 10 green garbage bags.
He took the PlayStation and the xBox1.
We have been together for 23 years. He packed up all his belongings four days before our 17 year wedding anniversary.
And me? I’m fine. No really, I am fine. I’m shocked at how fine I am.
The boys’ world has been obliterated and we are navigating the new terrain together. It’s rocky and unknown but we shall be fine.