Thank you all for your support and wishing me well.
Unlike here, I don't go around in dance class announcing my woes, especially since that's part of my vacation from these problems. But I do answer direct questions, especially from those who've known me longer. On Sunday after Lindy class a number of us, including the instructor and his girl friend, usually go out for dinner, so when they asked what was new with me I informed them. Three of the others present (out of six), including our instructor, had also gone through divorces recently so they also offered their support.
Pygmalion's description in another thread of "shell-shocked divorcees" had struck a bit close to home (though I will be a divorcé and my wife will be a divorcée -- beware of geeks who had taken French). Though I've basically been watching this coming for the past few years and have essentially been living alone for the past year and a half (she's been in the same house and in the same bed (until a couple weeks ago), but acting as if I weren't there and practically forbidding my trying to talk to her), so I might have been going through the "shell-shocked" period all that time, I hope. And I'm ashamed to say that at the Saturday night dance, after my wife had informed me, I found myself already checking the women's left hands for "hardware", as one single guy last night refered to the wedding band. In the meantime, until it's all final, my "hardware" is staying in place.
I don't know which I'll miss more: her or la familia. Actually, I've already been missing her for a year and a half, but there's so much love in that family.
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El Salsero Huero
Mexican by marriage, at least for another six months.