My long-time girlfriend, whom I often referred to in recent years as my wife, has asked that we split up (I keep wanting to say ‘divorce’). I’ve agreed that that’s for the best. Timing, they say, is everything. Though splitting up is in both of our better interests, the circumstances and the timing suck. I don’t want to get into details, and I certainly won’t speak ill of Strawberry Blonde. Again, I agreed: it’s time we stopped living together and trying to have a romantic relationship. Still, even with understanding, acceptance, and agreement, it’s emotionally difficult for us both.
The only reason I’m writing this is to let my friends and family know that the next few weeks, as Strawberry Blonde and I continue to co-habitate while I pack and look for an apartment, are going to be rough for me. I may be silent at times, not calling when I should, but I’m all right. I just ask for your patience and understanding.
