She told me she was leaving me and that she was taking my kids away from me too.
At first I was stunned.
Why would she leave?
Did she not want to be with me?
And the kids. How could she take care of them, all by herself.
This is the first time I've been alone since the day we met.
The house feels empty.
I would always yell at them to turn the lights off when they leave the room.
"You're wasting electricity! Doesn't anyone in the house care?"
Now I walk around the house, turning all the lights on. Room after room. Light after light.
I don't know what to do with myself. The sound of the television reminds me of them.
I watch Blues Clues. It makes me cry.
I didn't get in until 5am this morning.
Maybe I'll just try and sleep all day.
Shut down. Recharge the battery.
I made some plans with they guys. OutBack Steakhouse and Shutter Island.
That should keep me busy for awhile but they'll ask how I'm doing and I'll probably lie to them.
They'll make some jokes about me finally having my space. They'll say that they wish their wives would leave them too.
I'll tell them it's not all it's cracked up to be.
"Who's gonna do my laundry?"
Everyone will laugh.
I guess I will too.
It's only a quick trip to see her parents. She'll be back on Monday. Kids and all.
I'll enjoy it while I can.
No detail is too small...
Now if you'll excuse me. I have a Zombie movie with a side of Beef Jerky, waiting for me in the den. I think I'll watch it in my underwear. Thank you very much.
No one is Out-Numbered in this house, this weekend...