Moving on and starting over
Susan* moved out on Friday 12 April, after dinner. I watched her pull out the driveway for the last time, while the boys were in the others, on their devices. Part of me wanted to take a picture to commemorate the moment, but it seemed too painful for words. After 18 and a half years together...that was it. The split has been amicable, but incredibly difficult. For the first 5 nights, the boys (Alex*, 15, and Calvin*, 13) stayed with me. Thankfully (blessedly!) my adult daughter (Kate*, 22) came and stayed with us for a few nights, helping us all to stay busy, to stay positive, and to provide a distraction from the profound ache that I surely otherwise would have felt. There is so much to record, so much to process, so much to process that a blog seems the only right way to do it. I have been using every ounce of my 22 years of personal growth experience and 8 years of conflict-resolution experience to stay on top of our separation, doing whatever I can to keep it amicable while at the