I try to abide by the rule that Thou Shalt Not Post Thy Shit on the Internet. So I will not go into a lot of detail right now. Suffice to say that my last post, regarding my miscarriage, actually represents the least of my worries right now.
Two or three entries down is the story of how I met my husband. I wrote it on a Friday. He left me that Sunday. Though I have been a writer for as long as I have had the capability, words fail me there as well. Sometimes I feel hopeful that the estrangement will end. Sometimes I don't. He told me he still loves me "a little." That doesn't mean a lot in context, but I am a hopeless romantic and so I cling to that and to a few other things. If he stays gone, eventually I will realize fully that it's his loss, but you don't end ten years of loving someone easily, or quickly. And, frankly, I'm not ready for it to end at all.
We have a hearing coming up on the 18th, which only deals with custody. Thus far, neither of us has filed for divorce. But the custody issue is a huge one. So if anyone's in a charitable mood, think good thoughts for all of us then.