My life in a nutshell, Part 1: The End…

I’ve had a lot of changes to my life in the past 18 months, and I’ve been negligent in writing them in my bLog. I mean, what’s the point of having one of these web log thingies if you aren’t going to write anything (ok, that really was a complaint of an old friend of mine who has her own blog, so she would know a little about that sort of thing.)

Here now is a brief review of the past 18 months…

November 20, 2004 (late night of the 19th, if you must be so pedantic) I was driving home, and nearly had a car plow right into my driver’s side door. It was a near miss, and we both went on our merry – yet shaken – ways. This was just a couple blocks from home, so I didn’t have far to go. But as usual, I was all alone. My wife of eight-and-a-half years was, as she tended to be, not at home. No one to talk to about my experience, I had to get to sleep on my own.

The following morning (now it actually is the 20th) the landlord came by to tell us that he was looking at selling the place. This meant that we’d have to move out, and it gave me a life altering idea…

Now, to give you a little background: For the previous two years I have had the building feeling that my spouse was getting ready to leave me. So much to the point that by this time I was thinking “Why the hell hasn’t she left me!?!” So, needless to say, this revelation that we’ll have to move gave me the jump start to end my marriage.

I decided to do this by letter. Primarily because anytime we’d have serious discussions they more likely ended up in an argument. I also decided that I was going to leave her the letter the day before Thanksgiving, with the thought that she was going to be traveling to her parents for the weekend and would have that familial support to help her through the shock.

Upon her return from her parents, I was relegated to living in the living room. I had already begun to box up my stuff. Life on the recliner wasn’t going well, and the couch was a two-seater – so not a place to live on. Even though my originally plan was to see my newly estranged wife out of the house, and then leave when it came time for it to be sold, I came to the realization that I needed to move out.

So over the first week of December I began looking for a new place to live. I ultimately found two listings that I went to look at. One was a converted garage, weighing in at 450 square foot. The other was a proper apartment that measured around 600 square feet. Both would cost the same. I applied for, and was accepted into the 600 square foot apartment, which I took possession of on December 15th.

I’m still residing at that apartment…

Coming Soon: Part Two…