‘Tis a queer old lark this life thing. There I was agonising over how I was going to break this to her. How I was going to spin it so that it looked to be the best for both of us.
In the end I didn’t have to. She’s walked in this evening and said pretty much exactly what was on my mind (and consequently what I was going to say): It’s not working. We’ve tried our best and it hasn’t been enough. It’s not fair on any of us to keep this up. We need to do what’s right by us. That was should go our separate ways. That I should move out. That it is the best thing for us. That it’s best we split now and remain friends rather than grow to hate each other and live our lives filled with regret.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
She’s a mind reader.
I can’t say much more than that. I’m a little bit in shock, but from waking up at 2:30 this morning I never even dreamed today would end on a high.
You little beauty! I’m free! Let the good times roll.
And, I have to spare a thought for Wifey. She has been truly excellent about this. She has really surprised me – in a good way. Who knew the old girl had it in her?