Towards divorce. Towards the final separation of myself and my wife.
It does not look good for my wife at this moment, but this knowledge gives me no peace.
I am sad. We loved each other, once.We were a team once; facing the world together. Now we are two people, on opposite sides of the country, on opposite sides of a courtroom, fighting over the child, and the remaining scraps of our life together.
Sure, she lied. Sure, she betrayed me. Sure, she made a fairly successful attempt to destroy my life.
But at one time, not too long ago, we loved each other. Or so I thought.
I grieve for the dead dream. I grieve for the hopes that I must now lay to rest. I grieve for my son, who faces a life without two loving parents in his home.
And inside me, in that quiet place where I face the truths of my self and my life, I must reckon with the knowledge that even if I win, everybody loses.
Except for the lawyers.