The shoe drops...

Some of you already know this, but many don't.

I'm getting a divorce. Dema and I are calling it quits after 13 years of marriage. It's been going downhill for years, and recently we've realized that it's time to split up.

We told the kids today. They took it incredibly well. I was shocked. Very few tears; great excitement at going to see the new house. I'm sure there's an element of denial, but there's also great resilience in our children. Probably, also, they feel secure enough in our love for them that they're not afraid. We are, individually, great parents.

I'll have my own house for the first time in, uh, ever. I've always had roommates ever since I moved out from my parents' house in '87. Now I'll have the kids part of the time, but when they're with their mom, I'll be alone. It's unclear how I'll deal with that.

We also told all our other friends today. I did pretty well with most of the phonecalls and emails, but I totally broke down when telling my Best Man. Sorry I let you down, rickj.

Yeaurgh. I totally want to get drunk right now, but there's too much to get done. I'm off to the new house to measure for furniture.