Life goes on even after the death of a beloved pet or dear friend. Life returned to normal. My husband gamed and surfed upstairs. I watched TV and did homework downstairs. I became more and more remote and reluctant to have sex with him.
After he returned from a trip to visit his parents I was sick and for weeks afterwards I refused to have sex with him.
In November we decided to adopt a rescued dog and we brought a sweet little girl into our home. She filled up space and was a delight. She kept me company and I convinced my husband to go with us to novice obedience classes. I enjoyed seeing my husband work with her. For an hour he left the Blackberry alone but afterward...back to his true love.
November became December. Only a few more months of my internship. My supervisor was having problems at home and she took them out on me. We clashed a few times and I felt I like an indentured servant. I couldn't push back because I needed her to review my skills but I didn't trust her objectivity. I was tense and on edge.
On 15 December 2010 I came home late to find my husband was not yet home. I decided to check his email as I tended to do. As usual there was nothing suspicious until I checked his sent email.
It's the end of the world as I know it.
