The Times, They Are A-Changin'
Man. I have started this post about a dozen times now, and ended up deleting it and starting over again and again. So here's the short version:
Over the past little while, mrs_clubber has come to realize that she is no longer in love with me; and so, we are separating. For the moment, we are in separate bedrooms. She's planning on moving back to Norway around November 1st.
This is not anybody's fault it would actually be a lot easier if it was. I didn't do anything; I wasn't mean, nor was I unfaithful, nor was I abusive. mrs_clubber says I have never been anything short of a perfectly loving husband. It is simply a matter of her feelings changing, and no blame can be laid for that.
This is about as amicable a parting as you can have. We're still best friends; we have simply shifted more towards "roommate" status. It's hard at the moment, because I have to keep reminding myself not to reach for her hand, or end every phone call with "love you", or kiss her goodbye every morning and kiss her hello every evening, or any of the other bazillon things I have done every day for the last almost-ten years. It feels weird and wrong, but that will get easier (especially, I suppose, after she's gone). But for the most part, we are getting along just like roommates. Schlocktoberfest will go on as planned, and be a happy affair; mrs_clubber's birthday celebration of next weekend is also going ahead as scheduled.
I do not know if she will retain her mrs_clubber LJ name; she is not a paid member, and so cannot simply change it. If and when it does change (the_blogger_formally_known_as_mrs_clubber, perhaps), I shall let you know. Actually, I'm sure she'll make some sort of announcement on her own journal. Also, I have no idea why I am talking about this.
For you Facebookians, please make no mention of this in that forum. I have co-workers on my friends list there, and I do not need this careening around the office at the moment.
Please don't hate on mrs_clubber. She is already feeling low enough, and could use all the support you can offer. She is mourning something pretty great that she had but has now lost. And don't hate on me, for my heart is already broken, and I will surely die if you do.
Over the past little while, mrs_clubber has come to realize that she is no longer in love with me; and so, we are separating. For the moment, we are in separate bedrooms. She's planning on moving back to Norway around November 1st.
This is not anybody's fault it would actually be a lot easier if it was. I didn't do anything; I wasn't mean, nor was I unfaithful, nor was I abusive. mrs_clubber says I have never been anything short of a perfectly loving husband. It is simply a matter of her feelings changing, and no blame can be laid for that.
This is about as amicable a parting as you can have. We're still best friends; we have simply shifted more towards "roommate" status. It's hard at the moment, because I have to keep reminding myself not to reach for her hand, or end every phone call with "love you", or kiss her goodbye every morning and kiss her hello every evening, or any of the other bazillon things I have done every day for the last almost-ten years. It feels weird and wrong, but that will get easier (especially, I suppose, after she's gone). But for the most part, we are getting along just like roommates. Schlocktoberfest will go on as planned, and be a happy affair; mrs_clubber's birthday celebration of next weekend is also going ahead as scheduled.
I do not know if she will retain her mrs_clubber LJ name; she is not a paid member, and so cannot simply change it. If and when it does change (the_blogger_formally_known_as_mrs_clubber, perhaps), I shall let you know. Actually, I'm sure she'll make some sort of announcement on her own journal. Also, I have no idea why I am talking about this.
For you Facebookians, please make no mention of this in that forum. I have co-workers on my friends list there, and I do not need this careening around the office at the moment.
Please don't hate on mrs_clubber. She is already feeling low enough, and could use all the support you can offer. She is mourning something pretty great that she had but has now lost. And don't hate on me, for my heart is already broken, and I will surely die if you do.