| Saturday March 2nd 2002 So here it is, my new(est) presence on the web. I've tried this a few times before, but I never really came up with any sort of idea worth making a site about. So this one's just about me, k? I like the online diary sort of idea; write a note here, note there, when the mood takes me. How often that's gonna be, couldn't tell you. When I've quiet time alone, I oughta be working on the 2nd draft of my book in progress. That book is my life, or so I keep telling myself, but you wouldn't tell from how little time I actually spend on it. I do have a lot of perseverance power though - that's how I got the first draft done. So this is what seperation is like. Somehow I thought I'd be more - separated. My wife and I still share the same house, but as soon as I found out the law requires we spend a year this way, I decided it was time to git the heck outta here. Got a lawyer appointment next week to figure out a few details, then I'm going apartment hunting. Probably more like basement hunting, given this community. I wouldn't mind that though; I like knowing there's people around - what I'm used to, I guess. So how'd this happen to a great guy like me? Depends on who you ask, right. Well, you're asking me so I'll tell you it was a mutual decision based on two things. One is, we had trouble in the baby dept, as in couldn't get one started. I think that led to a whole emotional chain of events I'll spare you the details of, since you already know how the story ends. Secondly, it all goes back to why we married in the first place: companionship; escape from lonliness; convenience. See something missing herer? Bingo. I was definitely in love at least once, way back in highschool. Faintly remember what it was like. Spent six years admiring her from afar before asking her out. Turns out it takes less than six seconds to say No. Bummer. I used to define love as admiration and respect. Now I'd like to add understanding and loyalty to the mix please, with a sprinkle of passion on the side, please and thank you. We all want the same thing, don't we? So why can't just anybody hook up with just anybody? Similarities attract. My wife is boisterous, street-smart, fun-loving and has few interests in common with me. This time I'm going for quiet, bookish, plenty of booksmart intelligence, self-confidence and individuality. Somebody who already knows how to be happy. Somebody like me. All things considered, this divorce isn't so bad. I'm still young, there's no kids being affected, and we're parting on good terms. Still gotta move into my own place pronto, though. Picture this scene: I invite a date to my place to cuddle in front of a good rental movie, and it's like 'oh, that's my wife - don't mind her, she pretty much stays in the basement.' Oops - DVD's in the basement. yeh, I'm outta here. This house is a mess. I'm caught between 'I can't stand this' and 'it's gonna be her house, so why am I trying to keep it neat?' I always let her do the decorating; I'm looking forward to a real chance for using decore of my own conception. I was never into that before; now it sounds cool. |