So now you know all I know, right? We're buddies in this divorce, we're on this plane together, until it crashes into the dirt, one great smoke-plume of apathy.
Hey! Where'd you get the parachute?
Where'd you go?
Don't worry about it, I'm used to it. My marriage is the same way; I'm riding this plane down alone. It's what I do.
Guess what we did today? Well I printed divorce paperwork. I'm going over it tomorrow, to see if everything looks ok. MyWife went house hunting. She came home early from work after checking out this place she called on last week.
"So how'd it go?" I ask, looking up from my work.
"I have an application." She holds it up long enough for me to acknowledge that yes, there is a piece of paper in her hand. An application? I'll take her word for it.
"Cool" I try to sound enthused. I'm happy for the her who's a semi-friendly roommate. The her who was my wife? Well, not so much. I concentrate on my work and think nice thoughts.
I release the auto pilot from it's duties. Its services will no longer be needed from here. I can do a freefall on my own.
It's really weird sharing this move with her, I mean, I want to know, but it hurts to see it happen. Did I tell you about when she bought her car? We were sitting over dinner two nights earlier, and she said, "We need to go down to the dealership and look at cars."
"We?"
"Yeah."
"I can't do that. I'd be more than happy to go back and get the car with you, but I'm not going to hang around and shop while my wife plots her exodus."
"Fine."
"I'm sorry, but-"
"I said fine."
And she did. I couldn't do it. I couldn't buy a car with her. An escape pod. I'm glad to know she'll survive the crash, maybe even fly again, but I'd hoped for better.
She hasn't tried recruiting me for house hunting though, so I try to sound supportive. That's our unspoken bargain. The same bargain that says I won't be home the day she moves.
Right now she's still searching. The problem is the market isn't great and she's picky.
"Do we have pictures of the cats?"
"They should be on the computer."
"They want a picture with the application."
Oh yeah, and she has 2 cats. That'll make finding a place really simple.
"There was another couple looking while I was there."
"Oh? The cats are gonna put you at a disadvantage."
"Not to much, they had kids."
"Oh. I don't know, cats and kids, kind of a wash for landlords of the world isn't it?"
"They'll like me better. I make more money."
"Well they have 2 of them. They're probably both employed."
"No, I saw them. I make more money than they do."
"What? She wore her waitress uniform, and he carried a mop?"
"Something like that. I'll be back" and she's out the door, application flapping in her hand.
When she came back she said that she'd turned in her app, but the other couple had gotten there first. She didn't sound nearly as confident as she did going out.
"I'm sure they'll like you." I'm not, but I'm trying. I feel bad for her. It's a tough time to go out on your own. She wants a lot, but doesn't have a lot to spend. She called on a few more places when she got back but they don't want pets. I talked it out with her, put the best spin on it I could. Oh, I'm going down in this plane alone, but I'll make sure everybody else gets off in time.
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