Living apart

I moved out of the bedroom that I share with my husband. I sleep on a twin bed in my workout space and it feels right.

I do not know if what’s left of my marriage is worth saving. Every conversation from both ends feels forced and it all feels disingenuous.

What sucks is I love every other part of my life right now.

I’m not giving up on us yet. Nor, will I give up on the person I’m becoming.

Work is good. The life I want is there… waiting for me. The only question is am I getting there with him or not. Cuz, it’s coming… and I am ready for it.