I was thinking for a while that I should do a series of blog entries about the transition to living by myself. You know, how cooking or cleaning or whatever is different now.

There are a couple posts saved as drafts, even.

But after reflecting a bit more, I realized that it would only trivialize what I’m going through. This is easily the single hardest thing I’ve ever done. There is never a moment when I’m not cognizant of the impact I’m having on my kids’ lives. On my wife. On our family and friends.

And I wonder if I’m doing the right thing.

So, if you’re here to see more of the train wreck, you may be disappointed. I think I need to reflect more, and write less, for a while. I may change my mind tomorrow; hell I may change my mind tonight (I haven’t exactly been sleeping). But my private hell may need to stay private for a bit until I sort some things out.

I know you understand, dear random internet visitor. After all, this blog was built on Emma Watson’s Boobs. You aren’t all coming here to hear about my personal bullshit.