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She’s Leaving Me…
All I have to do is think about those three words, and I feel a lump in my throat.
You see, three weeks from today, my wife is leaving me.
Does that sound weird?
Knowing the EXACT day your spouse is gonna walk out the door?
Truth is she’s not leaving me, in the Hollywood rom/com, heartbreak love-story kinda way…
She leaves Norway.
Headed home.
Back to Texas.
When we woke up today, for whatever reason, that thought hit us both at the same time.
Dunno why.
It just did.
We rolled over, looked at each other, and knew what the other
was feeling…
was thinking…
was processing…
That we were on our last few weeks.
In and of itself, it actually seems kinda silly, especially as I think these words and type them out. That we’d be sad for our last TWENTY-ONE days together.
It’s not like it’s our last 21 hours…right?
Which brings me to the random, why the hell did I write this, reason behind this message today, and it’s simply rooted in four letters.
L
O
V
E
And I’m not afraid to admit it.
My wife is my girl.
I’m her guy…
My wife is my heart.
I’m her soul…
My wife is my life.
I’m her breath…
So when we woke, rolled over, and felt a weird clock ticking down our last twenty-one days, I think the realization was that our “together clock” was dwindling down.
At least until we see each other again.
And neither of us knows when that will be.
All I have to do is merely think those three words, and I feel a lump in…
