No! Don’t drop me now, I’ll sink into the underground.
May 29th, 2007 by Ev
So, today was a major “D” day for me. My wife of 5 years and I filled out and completed our Seperation Agreement.
It isn’t anyone’s fault, it just seems we’ve grown apart. The strange thing is we’re still best friends, and get along great.
I’m confused as fuck because I don’t know what that means. Neither does she, really. And after talking over lunch, we’re both open to fixing our marriage, but we both agree we want at least some time apart to work through things.
The hardest part was finally admitting to myself that maybe she was right and I was simply no longer attracted to her anymore. And I couldn’t feel like a bigger bastard.
Will it work out? Who knows.
I want to go get a tattoo, get drunk and get high.
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Congratulations for not immediately heading for divorce court and at least giving it the ol’ college try. I feel for you. Good luck.
Go get a Tattoo, get drunk and get high. And while your at it, go for an Oil Change (If ya know what I mean
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Then go back to her and see if you feel differently.
Sucks.
Every once in a while, things turn serious here at The Churning. This is one of those times. I have no jokes.
Sorry to hear things are rough right now. You’ll pull through. Keep me posted.
Later,
JJ
No jokes. Really sorry to hear this.
Dandy Randi- I guess that’s the best friend part, neither one of us want to just give up and quit. We’re both unhappy, and we don’t know if it is because of each other, at least this way, we’re leaving the door open.
Mac Attack- I’m definitely getting a tat, I just don’t know what yet. It’s got to be something meaningful, like maybe a sharkcopter. Because that’s just plain awesome.
Fay Jay- You + Me + Atlantic City. Nuff Said.
Pogo for Yogo- C’mon, not even one joke? You gotta try harder.
Oh, fuck man, I’m sorry. I’ve so been there, done that, and it bites. Don’t get a tattoo for at least a year or make any legal commitments to anyone. Give yourself time to regain your equilibrium and figure out what you really want, and who you really are.
You never know, the time apart might actually help.
“The hardest part was finally admitting to myself that maybe she was right and I was simply no longer attracted to her anymore. And I couldn’t feel like a bigger bastard.”
Man… that would be tough. I’m definitely sorry to hear this, although it’s probably a better solution to being unhappy than I’ve heard of in a while.
I don’t think you’re a bastard for admitting that; I think you’re doing both you and your wife a favor by being honest. I’m rooting for both of you (whether it’s separate or together)!
Maybe you should send a Sharkcopter after her….
Hubble Bubble for Trouble- I’ll drink a beer or 12 to that.
Mojoblecch- Who knows, it could be the best thing for me in the world, or the worst, or maybe it could give me vast superpowers. I’m holding out for the last option.
Eddie Van Haggar - I’m TOTALLY a bastard. If you only knew…
Bacon- Woah. I don’t wish her any harm. Plus, those fucking sharkcopters are expensive as fuck!
Sucks, dude. Just sucks.
If I was local, I’d be buying you a beer.
Not because beer heals all wounds, but because beer heals some wounds, and, while some wounds are left unhealed, you’ve at least got a tasty beverage by your side. One that is enhanced by onion rings.
I’m sidetracked.
Either way, sorry, man.