For those concerned, the parting is amicable and civilized, no drama, no taking of toys & going back home. After 15 or so years (!?!?!) of unhappiness, we both need...well...happiness!
Part of the catalyst for me to make a change (yes, I was the instigator) was the fact that two doctors told me within a month of each other that I was probably depressed.
But gee, I didn't feel depressed! I am always upbeat & cheery.....
Then I started thinking about my sleeping problems...my weight gain - I tend to eat when I feel bad....and things started to fall in place.
Since I made my decision, in the last two weeks, I've lost 8 pounds. Sleeping is marginally better, I'm sure that will come with time.
Yesterday I went out & bought new clothes - no old, frumpy stuff for me any more...and I did something I've been wanting to do for a long time (Hey, look Ma, no wrinkles! lol):
Yep - there will be more piercings to come..and yep...a tattoo too. ;)
You're never too old to get in touch with your wild side.
The freedom to do it?