How am I doing, people ask. I’m getting along, I reply.

It’s not easy. Of course it’s not. Dismantling a relationship that’s been a dozen years in the building isn’t something you do or take lightly.

On the plus side, I am doing the right thing. I very rarely doubt that. Also, Wendi and I are being very cooperative with one another, very supportive, and are communicating well. The children are taking things fairly well, but we’re still going to get them some counseling as soon as we can.

On the downside, between the (gradual, impending) divorce and the KWJJ/KOTK situation (and other things I’m not yet willing to talk about here) I feel like my entire soul is in a vice. My heart aches constantly, and that knot in my belly comes and goes in an almost whimsical fashion. Nevermind that rampant self-doubt and depressed introspection aren’t really contributing to a healthy worldview.

I’ll be okay. Eventually. I have to be, or none of this was worth it. Between now and “eventually,” however, I don’t expect to be happy much. That’s the way it works, folks.

Gee, I wonder what I’ll do for the PPF this week…