Divorce is just a word until it happens to you

I guess it's official.

I thought that I had more time... you had implied that the separation would be so we can figure out what we both wanted. And you asked me to wait until the play was over. Patiently I waited, wanting to talk with you at length about it, but didn't. You had "too much on your plate."

There never was enough room on that plate for me, so why did I think there would be now?

So, now we unleash the lawyers to dismantle the love story.