84 Days, 15 Years, 15 Days

Morning hotel coffee and some fresh air.

Day 6 of the work trip, and it’s starting to feel like it.

Been 50 years old for 84 days. Proud father for 15 years. Been separated and single for 15 days. Almost married for 19 years.

She is still my best friend, and I want her dreams to be fulfilled. Our life paths are diverging now, and that’s hard. I’ve felt it coming for a long time, and I believe it will ultimately be better for both of us, but that doesn’t make it easier or any less painful in the moment.

Still here. Still standing.

I don’t know what’s next, but I’m headed there.