So. Um. Huh.
This is not an entry I particularly wanted to write, but since it’d be weird if I didn’t–I record so many details of my life, and it’d be pretty obvious eventually if I was leaving it out–it looks like James and I are splitting.
Yeah, kinda sucks.
We’re doing a trial seperation first. It’s all very amicable and almost desperately congenial, nobody’s really at fault, but, well….we had a bunch of good years, we got each other’s careers started, and I’ve got no regrets. Still, we’re both obsessive workaholics, and after awhile we just grew apart. We’re great partners on the practical stuff, but eventually that’s not gonna keep stuff going. So we’ll take a few months, get the finances worked out, and I’ll find a place of my own and…guess we’ll see where life takes us after that. I’m not sure if I can make a living on my own on art and writing, but I’ll give it a damn good try, and more than that, one cannot expect from life.
I’m alternating between calm and wrecked, as one might expect. Still, I’m taking it pretty well. The nice thing about the axe falling is that you’re not worrying about whether the axe is going to fall.
So…well, there we are.
Funny the way life goes, sometimes. But as Grandma used to say–“This, too, shall pass.”