I usually couch my news in flowery prose for a paragraph or two before I spill it, but I just don't have the heart today.
Toots has requested I leave the house, and has told me that she has engaged a lawyer and wants a divorce.
She's given me 24 hours to pack my things and go. There's a couple of hotels around here that are pretty cheap and that have Internet access; I'll look for an apartment later in the week.
I'm stunned. She was so calm about it. She said that she'd been a fool to keep the marriage together all this time, that she should have done this a long tome ago.
When she gave me the news, the blood rushed to me ears and I could hardly hear her. That kind of news is just staggering, you know? For a minute I didn't know who I was or even what day it was. I was just completely shocked by her actions. Even now I don't know if I'm angry or sad or even relieved.
Well, I supppose I should get packing. I'll try and update later today.