This is an inside joke between me and my husband.
We have decided to do the soft opening of a separation. I am moving to my own apartment and we will figure out how to coparent in a new way.
I love him. He is my best friend. I am enjoying watching him as it seems like he has a big weight lifted from his shoulders.
That is not true, though. He is caring more wait now. That is what I have been struggling with at home feeling I am alone there in a sea of people with a weight holding me down. He loves me enough to take some of that load now that I have voiced it. But not before.
