This time, it was about as huge a chunk of my life as possible that got in the way. After almost fourteen years together and nearly 7 years of marriage, my soon-to-be-ex-wife decided she wanted to leave me.
After trying to find a way to save the marriage, it became apparent that things weren’t going to work and, having lived separate lives for the last few months, we separated in August, and recently began sharing our time with the boys. There are a few things left to sort out but, to put it bluntly, we’re done.
Retreating from the day-to-day social networking and blog writing scene, while the whole thing was still playing out, felt like the best thing to do, as juggling the task of keeping my emotions in check and maintaining my standards of work felt like enough to endure, without having to explain and go over my situation a number of times.
Doing so gave me the time and space necessary to sort my head out, come to the natural conclusion that my relationship could not be saved, and give me time to adjust to my new version of normal: that I am now a separated, soon-to-be-divorced and single parent of three, living in a house on my own half of the time.
My closest friends and family, who have known from the point at which it became apparent that there was no going back, have been nothing short of amazing, and have helped me along the road to rediscovering myself and coming to terms with the situation I now find myself in.
In any case, as those of you who follow me on the various social networks out there will know, I’ve recently emerged from my self-imposed social hibernation and have started taking the tentative steps towards being active in the social sphere again, so it seems right to start writing again.