The Big D

   

  I will never forget that day.  
  I knew things were rocky. I had left the house for six days and stayed with my oldest daughter. He never called. He never sent a text. He had no idea if I was dead or alive and I guess he didn't care. 
  I finally went  home. We talked and things seemed pretty normal. My son, the only minor still living at home, came home. He had been with his dad for a month. I was so excited to see him. I missed him so much. We all sat around, goofed out, spent time together etc...
  Time for bed came and I did my usual bed time routine. I climbed into our big, comfy bed and drifted off to sleep.

 I was unaware that my world was about to be shattered.
 My husband came into the room hours later. He turned on the light and said those dreaded words we need to talk. I can't remember all that was said. I know he started off by saying he was unhappy and wanted a divorce. Our voices were so calm. It felt surreal. This can't really be happening. This must be a nightmare that I will soon wake up from. He talked...I listened. I am sure I said other things but the only thing I can remember saying is that I was not surprised. I was gone for nearly a week and he acted like he didn't care. I fought back the tears...
I went into my son's room. I told him to get up and get dressed. He asked me where we were going. I told him we would talk later. Just get up and let's go. We got into the car and I told him what happened. I was just going to my daughter's house for the night. Surely tomorrow would we better. Surely he would see he didn't really want a divorce. Tomorrow would be better....tomorrow would be better. Sadly, tomorrow wasn't better and the days and months that followed would continue to get harder. I cannot tell you how many times I said the words Tomorrow would be better