I’m leaving my wife…

I’m leaving my wife… Oh, had you there for a sec, didn’t I? I’m going to Boston on Thursday with my sister, who’s going to win a biiii-iiiiig prize. And if she doesn’t, well, that’s ok. It’ll be my first trip by myself since I’ve been married, and well, I’m not sure how I feel about that. Right now, I feel fine. Right now, I feel great. Jen went to visit her parents with Max over Easter (was it last year), and I was fine. She was a semi-wreck, but for other reasons.
You’d think that I’ve been married long enough that this shouldn’t be a big deal. I hope it’s not. I hate big deals. I get enough big deals at work. I live for little deals. Taking out the trash, getting milk on the way home, deciding who to call for carryout. Those are my kinds of deals. Buying a house, conference calls with partners, money. Those are not my kinds of deals. I would like now to hand off all my big deals to other people to deal with, and I’ll just go to Boston.

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