The End of the Line

Wife has told me she has no interest in reconciliation.  Divorce is coming, it's just a matter of me getting a job so I can get a lease.  I'm sad, but then, I have to confess that few people have worked as I hard as I did over the last 20 years to ensure this outcome.

I'm looking at apartments, furniture,  appliances and kitchen provisons.  It makes me wonder, would it be tacky to throw myown divorce shower?  Register at Ikea and Williams-Sonoma, invest in some good booze and pull together a "bitches be crazy" playlist on my iPod. 

And the funniest thing is that I've spent most of the weekend thinking about all the stuff I'll be able to cook that Wife never cottoned to.  Onions, eggplant, lamb.  I'll be able to learn how to cook Indian food! 

I'll miss her.  I wish it didn't have to be this way.  But I've been reading her online journal and it's pretty clear that she decided this a long time ago and I am just getting the news late.  I'm thinking that the New Year is really going to ring in some big changes.