One year ago today, Stephanie and I separated. Most of my closer friends are aware of this by now, and I suppose most other acquaintances could have figured it out. Sadly, and unfortunately, we recently decided to divorce.
There is no easy explanation, it just is what it is. I'm not bitter and I'm not angry, but certainly I'm disappointed. I'm not going to try and air dirty laundry here or anything, or try to assign blame, but I want to get it out so it doesn't appear to be some big secret.
In the fall of 1994, just before starting my senior year of college, I met Stephanie in a drunken haze in front of her dorm and in front of my rental house. We talked, shared Canadian beer, and I tried to kiss her. She so shot me down. :) The next day, she came back, and we hit it off from there on.
Over the years, we had a lot of good times together. Lots of great times. There were difficult times too, between us and from external things. We both wandered around a bit in a haze trying to figure out what the hell we were doing with our lives, with career changes, school changes, and a lot of reflection. These life events changed us a lot as individuals, and coupled with other difficulties, it made it hard for us to really be happy.
I don't think a week has gone by that we haven't seen each other in the last year, and we very much still love and care for each other. We'll always be friends. From an external view, I'm sure that makes the whole thing a real head scratcher, but you have to trust me when I say that this is for the best. The personal growth we've both made in the last year has been immeasurable, and I think not possible if we were together.
So ends the most significant chapter in my life so far. I've kind of been mourning it for awhile now, and that's why I can sound relatively positive about it. The good times we had together will always be good times, and no one can take that away from me. My life is genuinely better because of her, and I'm thankful for every minute we were able to share.