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Good morning world, and welcome to Confessions of a 3X Loser.

No, this isn't a blog about weight loss.  Confessions of a 3X Loser refers to my third failed marriage, where I am the loser.  Not that there are any winners in divorce, but I needed a catchy title.  Onward...

The beginning of the end of my marriage started last summer, when my wife of (then) 7 years informed me that she wanted a divorce.  I went through all of the inital emotions, from anger (my cell phone's hi-speed impact with a loading dock can attest to that), to grief (sitting in the corner of my darkened office, crying like a little girl), to acceptance.  Which is where I still am, roughly 9 months later.

My divorce will be final in two weeks.  The whole transition has been amicable, which helps.  It also helps that we've both been through a divorce or two before, and we're both adults.  So there's no point in getting all bitchy with one another.  Been here, done this.  Three times now.  And I'm only 40.  Which definitely makes me "a catch".  LOL

Anyway, the soon-to-be-ex-Mrs. Me expressed her desire to move out last weekend.  So, she spent the past week packing what she wanted to take with her; I spent the past week bringing all that she wanted to take with her into the living room so she wouldn't have to deal with stairs, etc.  She got her things packed up, and purged what she didn't wish to take with her.  I picked up the U-Haul truck on Saturday morning, loaded her things up, moved them (and her), and unloaded it all, ensuring to set up her TV/computer, put her bed back together, etc.  I returned the truck and went home.

It was a pretty stark moment for me.  Here I was, in what is now (but won't be for long, more on that in another post) MY house.  I'm sweaty, sore, and sad.  So I got to work, after taking a bit of a break.  I told the dogs that everything will be okay, and that we'll be fine (and believing it, I might add), and started purging things myself.  There were things that she didn't want and that I didn't want, so these things found their way to a 45 gallon contractor's garbage bag.  I filled 4 of 'em.  Followed by vacuuming the living room.

I'm looking at my now mostly-empty living room, and made another decision.  I need to simplify.  My knees aren't what they used to be, and I'm basically tired of climbing stairs.  So I move two of the three pieces of my bedroom set into my living room.  My bed, and one dresser.  The third piece (a chest of drawers) will come down probably next weekend, after I clean out the TV stand and purge yet more crap that I no longer need.  So basically the downstairs of my house has become a large Studio apartment.  As I purge more stuff, I'll bring the rest of what I plan on taking with me downstairs so I don't have to do that later.  Good thing there's a bit of room...

Anyway, that's it for now.  I hope you get something out of this, if not now then eventually.  Life-lessons, a laugh or two, or maybe "wow, and I thought I was <fill in the blank here>".  I hope I do too...