Life goes on.
I’m going to be staying with my mom for awhile. Hopefully the time apart will help Stacey and I sort out some things.
Optimally I would be living completely alone, in order to get back in touch with the solitude that drove me to desire a wife in the first place. But that’s just not possible, financially.
I’m not sure how this is going to work out, whether it will help or hinder, but I won’t know until we try it. And I’ve felt that we would benefit from time apart for a long time now. We’re also talking about pursuing counseling of some sort. Again.
I don’t know where this is going. Part of me really, really doesn’t want to give up on this. I think another part of me gave up a long time ago.
Emotional exhaustion, on my part, is what it all boils down to. Beyond all the secondary communication issues, the conflicts, the drama, it lurks: I feel dry as a bone, empty of motivation.
If nothing else this time will be a chance to do some thinking, and hopefully get a little clarity on what it is I want out of life.