Separate

Sandra moved into her own apartment at the beginning of October 2011.
Her reasons: To have the space for any sort of creative endeavor she may want to pursue and to get her own personal life in order, so as to feel more in control of it. Which apparently will only need six months.

This plan out weighed the plan of holding on a little bit longer and finding a larger place together.
I too was feeling cramped in our 480-something square foot place. Admittedly, I was a bit shocked after measuring it. But then the previous 6 years here on my own, I never had any reason to question the square footage.
So Sandra had very little protest from me. After all, I too would have my own space - again.

We remain married and though not much time is spent together (she just recently texted me she wouldn't be going out much, if at all, so as to save money) we do still have feelings for each other.
That's where things get much harder to explain 'feelings' or how one will feel in a few months - especially there is much time spent together ...or perhaps if she changes her plan.

I could go on and on, but it would be pretty much all speculative.
Is this all a long, lonely downward spiral to divorce? Or just the sort of thing to bring back the appreciation for one another?
See, I too have loads of questions much like you no doubt do.

I'm going just let this play out. So as to not let my pessimism block any relationship Sandra and I could have.

If you did receive an invite to this blog, I consider you a friend. A friend worthy of updating with what's what... rather than letting things get uncomfortable with suspicions and looming questions.
If you just came across this, and there was no invite - not to worry, I think you're alright (probably just forgot to send the invite).
This's not really the sort of thing one announces. Or maybe it is, I don't really know, this is my first and only marriage.
But electronic sharing seems to be all the rage in this modern era we live in, eh?

So you can stop asking me where Sandra is now...
...or I'll punch ya square in th' noze!

Like things in life I've tried over the years, more than once and didn't work out on the first try, I'm reminded of an old joke:

Guy walks into a Doctor's office...
Guy:"Doctor, it hurts when I do this."
Doctor:"Well then, stop doing it."

I guess sometimes, some things are little bit more complicated, eh?


...from Chad's mobile device.