David Quigg, Lovely
On January 18, a couple weeks after my wife told me she needed to end the romantic relationship we started in 1989 as high-school seniors, I got her blessing to use this blog to write my way through the shock and anguish my life had become. But I balked. I feared shredding my dignity. I feared hurting our kids.
I trust myself now, and I’ve decided to mark the end of my marriage here for the simple reason that it matters. Matters to me, of course. But matters also to so much of what this blog is about. Matters, for instance, to how I connect to words like Joseph O’Neill’s “My family, the spine of my days, had crumbled. I was lost in invertebrate time.”