So 2 Thursdays ago, my wife fianlly quit clamming up to me and spilled the beans that she doesn't want to be married anymore. At this point I'm sad, but more sad in the way I'd be about a sad movie where I thought two people were supposed to wind up together and didn't. I've been at held at arms' length from her since last fall and am ready to move on now.
I have to figure out what to do about logistics: The house, daycare, etc. That stuff is all just an inconvenience. I think I want to sell the house and get a townhome. That will allow me to not worry over a yard and to downsize my costs, which will help when I go full-time with SpazChicken later this year. I just got an inheritance from my step-dad's death that will allow me to pay off the WRX, so I should be OK.
Now I just need to find a goth girl who wants a (semi-sweet) sugar daddy. I don't have a lot of money to play with, but I could be nice to somebody. I really feel like Lucy is missing out. I mean, she doesn't want to be married anymore, that's OK...but I could do better, and I think she pretty much hit the big money in the husband lottery, so she can only go downhill from me.
I just have so many things swirling around in my head. Like not since before college have I felt so scared yet optomistic about the future.