In classic form, he is moving out as fast as he moved in.
Yesterday, I'm out and about, trying to enjoy my day off and suddenly I get a call. He wants me to meet him at our leasing office to remove his name from the lease.
Then today, while at lunch, he sends me a text that he wants to sign divorce papers this week.
Fast. Fast. Fast.
I hardly have enough time to process anything.
Every time the anxiety begins to bubble up, I just tell myself to breathe.
I'm good. I promise I am. It's still a little jarring.
Did it really have to come to all of this?