The Next Step

Today is the day for changes.

My wife is leaving her parents' place, where she has been for the last three weeks, and relocating to the residence of a dear friend of ours, close to her work, where she will be safe.

This friend has a two-bedroom cottage on a lake that he is renting. My wife assures me that I need not worry, we are still married, and there will be no foolishness to be concerned with.

I am happy that she is getting out of the city. I am happy that she is moving on with her path. I am happy that she can do all this and stay true to her needs.

I just wish it was over with, that the process was complete and we were back together, moving forward with our path, our plans, our future.

I am feeling a little wistful just now, and hoping that I can maintain my trust, faith, and belief in the face of all the uncertainties that surround me. I have my own paths to walk, and my own discoveries to make. I know what I need to do, for the moment, and that's all that matters: the Moment.

That said, my wife's path is divergent from mine today, continuing the process that we have been facing for months. I miss her, but I know she is doing what she needs to.

I want us to be healthy, whole, and reunited. The only way to get through it is to go through it. The process must be answered, acknowledged, and fulfilled.

It's a matter of time. I will try not to hurry things. I will instead remain task-oriented, so that the goal achieves itself.

What is, must be.