Biggest thing in my life is the divorce.  She asked on April 24th and the paperwork is already filed.  According to California's mandatory 6 month waiting period, it'll be final October 24th.  Right now most of my house is packed up in U-Haul boxes, sitting in my living room, waiting to be picked up by her movers on Friday, June 8th.  Then she's driving away with my kids on Monday, June 11th.  She's moving to Orlando to live with her parents and go to school full-time to work on a degree.

She gets all the living room furniture.  I get the Master bed, the kids' bunks, one dresser, and a cheap dining room table with one chair missing.  In lieu of paying her alimony for 4 years, I took on all of our mutual debt and her car payment on the 2006 Ford Five Hundred.  I keep the SUV and the Olds which are paid for. 

I have some household stuff I need to replace, like dry measuring cups.  Does she think her mother doesn't have dry measuring cups?  Most of the stuff she's simply placing in storage until she gets her own place.  Yeah, I'm a little bitter.

I knew we had plenty of problems.  I certainly wasn't innocent.  But I always knew that Christ was our foundation and we could get through anything, all we had to do was turn around, turn back towards each other, turn toward God.  As guilty as I am about what happened to our marriage, I know now that I didn't end it.  She did.  I would have stayed with her forever.  I believed in the vows I made; well, most of them.  ''Til death do us part," in particular.  She was the One and I would have forgiven anything. 

There are wives out there who are getting their faces beaten unrecognizable by their husbands, women who are humiliated and threatened every day, women who have to ask permission before they can spend money to buy their children clothes, and then are still made to feel guilty about it.  My wife didn't have a perfect husband.  I sinned against her.  Apparently my sins were more than she could bear.  I think hers were too.