Things have been pretty much status quo here the past week. Mrs. Joe still plans on leaving as soon as possible. I am mentally preparing the best I can but I can’t imagine how I will feel. I think I’ll be okay regarding Mrs. Joe but the kids will be a whole different story.
There was not much discussion the past week about her leaving. There wasn’t really much discussion of anything. I have said how I feel and so has she. Small talk seems meaningless. Nothing seems harder than sitting across the dinner table from your wife knowing she doesn’t want to be with you anymore.
We did have a little disagreement about once the apartment becomes available. She planned on spending time over there cleaning and painting before she moves. I told her that I hoped she didn’t expect me to watch the kids while she’s doing this. I figure, let her go over there after they go to bed. Or better yet, take some time off from work.“I will not assist you in breaking up our family,”
I told her.
That didn’t fly too well.
Both Mrs. Joe’s parents are now aware of her wanting a separation. Neither is happy about it. They both told me that if there was anything they could do for me to just ask.
Here’s one, how about talking to your damn daughter.
My sister has been fantastic throughout all of this. With our parents gone and she being my only sibling, we only have each other. She has had her share of marriage difficulties and has helped me with this more than I could have ever imagined. I have never felt so close to her as I have in the last few weeks.
At times, this separation seems like a blessing in disguise.
Some have asked where Peanut & The Champ will go. So far, Mrs. Joe & I have been very agreeable in that the kids’ time will be split evenly between both homes. Mrs. Joe’s parents separated when she was five and their split sounded very amicable. I get the impression that she wants the same for our two kids.
The tenant is supposed to be out by this Saturday. Mrs. Joe said she will need the following week to get it ready. So that’s pretty much one more week of this so-called normalcy we will have to experience. Then the fun starts. I just hope we can both stay mature adults and not turn this into a mess.
All the while, I’ll probably be hoping for that phone call advising a stay of execution.