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changed.  You’ve thrown yourself into your work and you never even have a moment for me anymore,” said Greg.
       “When we’re home together, all you ever do is sleep and watch TV, I hate to watch TV!” I cried.
       “See Lane, we’re just not compatible any more.  Now that the kids are gone, you have all this nervous energy and you can’t sit still, it’s driving me crazy!” said Greg.
       I was staring at him in shock.  “You’re divorcing me because I won’t lounge around on the couch and watch TV with you?”
       “It’s more than that,” snapped Greg.
       “I’m listening,” I said, trying uselessly to disguise the sarcasm that was sneaking into my voice.
       “Regardless, it’s over for me.  There’s really no point in arguing about it, we’ll just go on all day placing the blame on each other,” said Greg, giving me an arrogant glare.  I made a face at him and resisted the urge to roll my eyes.
       “Fine, but you’re telling the kids.” I snapped.
       Baylee and Ramsey were both away at college, but I knew it would be a big shock to both of them.  I figured it would be the biggest shock to Ramsey, he and Greg were close, they hunted together, they liked a lot of the same things.  Greg had never really bonded with Baylee it seemed, the two of them always clashed and I was almost certain that she would not be shedding a tear over the news of our divorce.
       My mind was still spinning uncontrollably, it seemed inconceivable to me, that Greg could throw away the last, more than twenty year of our lives, as if it were nothing but a bad dream. He felt like I had abandoned him, he was jealous of my skaters, he wanted a caretaker.
       I bit my lower lip trying to suppress the tears that wanted to come rushing to my eyes.  I didn’t want to believe it was over, there had to be something I could do!  I swallowed convulsively as my mind struggled to process my whirlwind of emotions. 
       Somehow, I managed to finish my awkward lunch with Greg, though the conversation between the two of us had pretty much ceased once I had come to the realization that it was over for him.  There was no use making small talk after I realized that Greg no longer wanted me in his life.  Greg picked up the check, then we parted ways, without so much as a kiss goodbye.
       Greg headed back to his office, and I headed back to our empty house, which he had pretty much already vacated.  It seemed surreal that this was probably the last time that Greg and I would have lunch at our favorite restaurant, that Greg wouldn’t be coming home to our bed tonight.
       Greg promised he would call both the kids and tell them what was going on.  My heart felt heavy as I walked quickly against the cold wind in the parking lot.  I barely noticed the icy fingers of the cold wind, I was already shaking.  I climbed numbly into to my SUV, started the engine, and blasted the heat in a lame attempt to stop my shaking.  It was only then, that I finally allowed myself to cry.

Chapter 3
     
     
       More than two weeks had passed since the day that Greg told me he wanted a divorce.  Time seemed to march determinedly on without me.  I wanted to climb into bed and let life pass me by, but realistically, that wasn’t an option. 
       I battled sadness and regret, Greg had a new life, with a new love, while I spent Thanksgiving alone.  Ramsey and Baylee couldn’t get away for the short holiday, but I was happy that the kids would both be coming home for Christmas, at least that, made me feel a little bit better. 
       For the most part, I felt as if my life had ended and I had been thrust into hell.  The sun continued to rise and set, of course, and I had no choice but to haul my butt out of bed every day and keep plugging along.  I still couldn’t believe this was actually happening to me, it seemed like a horrible nightmare that my body refused to wake up from.
       I kept busy enough at the