I’ve been with my ex-wife for 14 years married for 7. Rocky two years and I failed to listen to her cry for help due to my arrogance in hind sight. Now I’m leaving a home in the country side to evict until end of January next year. She will take her dog I will take mine, both of which we raised together the last 3 years. We’ve split our belongings and finances fairly. She wants to remain a friend with me over time.

I’ve been at this purgatory between a love that once was and a life without her for a month now. She clearly knows what she wants out of her life and I’ve lost all bearing. I lost the best friend whom I’ve lived with so long. Even if the love ended, she was a pillar I could lean on. I understood at that point when people say “the ground fell beneath me”.

Terrifying yes, but the sense of adventure is in fact aspiring next to the crushing realisation of a divorce. So what to do? I’ve decided to move in to a cottage next to a pool in my oldest best friend’s father’s back garden, back in my home town. I went to school in that city, so touching base sounds comforting. Before the divorce talks started, I was in process of switching jobs. The headquarters of that company would be 1.5 hours away from that pool house.

Wouldn’t it be smarter to move that city? Certainly, the last time I visited that city was 20 years ago. The solution would be to live off of hotels for a while and become a nomad again. Gain time to get to know the HQ city and then look for accommodation long term.

That would all work but I’m not sure what to do about my dog. She’s a mini-Australian Shepard 9kg, 2 years old. A backpack perhaps? Should I get a car for mobility? Should I sell my motorcycle gear? I need to fit into a pool house somehow.

Just very confusing times to think that this once dream I lived in. I’m taking it apart bit by bit on ebay. And soon to freeze in the poorly isolated pool house.

Life huh? Never thought I’d make the divorce statistic and yet here we are.