SATURDAY, APRIL 25^TH, 2015

Love is giving someone the power to destroy you – and trusting them not to. Unknown.

I don’t remember exactly what time it was, but I was making breakfast when my husband came downstairs. I was surprised, because he was already showered, shaved and dressed. “I’m going to tell the kids our marriage is over,” he said. “Do you want to come with me?”

What?!?

 Just like that?

 Could we talk about it?

 No.

He’d make his decision and had already called the kids to say he was going over to see them.

I was blindsided.

I tried to stop him going out the door.

Please, please, could we talk about it??

No.

For the first time in our married life, he physically pushed me aside in his rush to get out the door, got into his car and drove off.

I stood there, just stood there, frozen to the spot and shaking.

With no warning at all, and with breakfast still cooking on the stove, the man I loved had just walked out on me.

Our marriage was over.

What the hell had just happened and what was I going to do?