Unfortunately, Cody and I are separated. And will be divorced.
It was a shock to me, but now after a few days to stew, I believe it's probably better. And I think I'm on the better way to getting back to being my happy self. He wasn't happy. I have no idea why not, I did everything I could possibly do to make him happy so I don't think I had close to any fault in the matter. I feel good about it right now and I feel like in a few months I'll be in a better place than I was when I was with him. Don't get me wrong. I was devastated when he told me he didn't think we should be married anymore. I was surprised and angry and heart broken and wanted to throw up and I wanted to kill something. All I could think was, "What did I do?". But I did nothing to break us up. It was hard when we first moved in together, I had a hard time adjusting, but after all that I was loyal to him and loved him as much as any woman could. I gave up a lot to be with him and in many ways I get to take my life back now.
In reality, there was no way I could tell what he wanted. I mean yeah, I know that he wanted to get a dog and that new Xbox game or a trampoline. But that is all material shit. That stuff can be thrown away and replaced. It is not materials that make people happy, but he doesn't get that. I was trying to get him to grow up and responsible for his actions but he did not want to listen and now he's going to find out that things can be much more difficult than he can imagine. Food doesn't automatically appear in your refrigerator when you're hungry, the toilet doesn't clean it self and when you wear your last pair of underpants, that's the LAST pair. In all fairness, I probably did too much for him. That asshole.

Even now I have to harass him to get the paper work done. Or started.

I'm just ready to forget him forever. I know I deserve better than what he gave me.