My wife told me she wants a divorce. Six months ago.
She hasn’t filed yet. I’m sure she’s going to.
I lost my job at the end of the year.
Tensions are high at home.
Up to this point I’ve decided to stay. I want to be with my boys as much as possible.
Sometimes things are okay at home.
Sometimes they’re unbearable.
I don’t want to do something I’ll regret.
I don’t want my boys to feel abandoned.
I don’t know how much longer I can handle the tension, though.
I found out this morning that my job is being eliminated at the end of the year.
I had no idea anything like this would happen before today.
Maybe a month ago I asked my manager about two similarly named services our company offers. One is the service I support. The other is a similar service.
She said that some clients are being moved from our service to the other one. She said not to worry. The process would take years. I would most likely be trained to support the other service long before we stopped supporting the current one.
She believed it when she said it. I’m sure of that.
It’s not the first time I’ve been laid off. The last time I had no warning.
That’s the danger of being too dependent on one income.
One person can make a decision which can throw your whole future into doubt.
I know it wasn’t my manager’s decision. The decision was made by someone above her. Probably someone I’ve never met. Someone who doesn’t know or care about me.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do at this point.
Getting one full-time job doesn’t seem like the smartest option, though.
It’s a weird situation.
My wife told me almost six months ago she wants a divorce.
She was thinking about it a long time before that.
We still live together. We sleep in different rooms.
She hasn’t filed for divorce yet. She talks about it occasionally, though.
I’m not really in a hurry. I just wish I knew for sure what was going on.
I still think the world of her.
She has plenty of flaws. I’m sure she knows that better than I do.
She wanted to be with me when I could barely support myself.
She was supportive of me when I was laid off and couldn’t find another job.
She worked to support our family so I could go to college.
She forgave me the first time I told her I’d been lying to her and that I was addicted to porn.
She stayed with me when I told her I wasn’t going to finish my degree.
Best of all, she’s given me two sweet, wonderful little boys.
I hate that I hurt her. Again.
It hurts me to lose her.
Whatever happens though, I want her to be happy.