It’s 4:43am, and after being woken by Laura as usual coming to bed, I am faced with a realisation that after three months of knowing that our marriage in is in trouble, time has not stepped in and dealt a healing hand. In fact, it’s worse then it was and she is desparate for a week away from me. I can’t sleep, well I have a bottle of Kalms here so that’ll help if I do decide to try and catch some winks.
All this a matter of days before we go away to Cornwall, I have abandoned hope of making it what it was, but I still have hope we can live together, at least amicably for a little longer. We have cats, a mortgage, a nice little home. But sadly the spark has long since gone.
I am in no financial situation to start living somewhere else, and if we do end up going our separate ways, I’ll most probably have to declare myself bankrupt or insolvent or disappear with a new identity somewhere exotic. Hooray for life in general.
