So this happened...

And we're officially splitting up. No more tries, no more maybes, no more somedays. I just can't do it anymore, and especially after the bomb being dropped that he may never be attracted to me again, I don't want to be married anymore. I've gotten the short end of the stick for too long.

That said, I still love him. If he and I had had a more physical relationship, I could have stuck it out for longer. I could have stayed the breadwinner. I could have put up with the winter craziness. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough of a partnership, and I wasn't getting what I needed out of it.


I cried all day Sunday. I cried all evening and couldn't sleep. He went to his parents' house, and I tried to go to work on Monday. All I could do is cry. My boss told me to take time for myself, and so I cried on the way home, cried when I called my dad, cried when I called my mom, and cried while my sister drove me to their house. But, I got a lot of hugs, kisses, and a dog tongue slathered all over my face, and I finally slept.

I've felt much better today, but now I'm nervous. The majority of my coworkers have left for the night, so I'm here with just my thoughts, and he's picking me up in an hour. We're going to talk about how to split up our stuff. I almost don't care, he can have whatever he wants. Just like in the relationship, I guess.


I'm going to ask for an uncontested divorce, and the fact that we really have no assets should make things easier. I'm hoping we can get it all done via paperwork, and neither of us will have to get a lawyer. His dad, however, is a raging bastard, so I hope he doesn't influence Mr. Waffle's thinking, trying to get him to file for spousal support. If I do need one, a wonderful Twin Cities GTer, who shall remain nameless but that I adore, gave me the name of someone who seems to have reasonable rates.

I'd like us to remain friends, at least for a while. I know people say that, but I have a genuinely good time with him. We have similar senses of humor, a lot of the same interests, and I know I'm going to miss him like crazy. Wish me luck, GT. Thanks for having my back.