The Rock and I have broken up. Our relationship was going really well when we actually saw each other, but you can't hold something together when you see each other maybe every six weeks, if you're lucky. I made a last-ditch attempt to convince my ex to move to the city The Rock lives in, and offered some major, major concessions, but my ex likes his job too much here. So we broke up, because there's no future for us together. (He's in the same non-moving situation I am, with a child and an ex who won't budge.)
I am so, so, so sad. The Rock matched me in so many ways, and I could have been thrilled with him for the rest of my life. Honestly, I haven't felt this sad since my heart was broken the first time when i was 16. I think it's because I feel like it was this stupid logistical thing that broke us up, not a problem with us. It's just so Victorian. Or Gothic. I'm not sure which one. But I'm in deep, sad, pain.
I just had the realization, though, that when I was still married and unable to feel any emotion, I couldn't even imagine this. It is truly good to be in emotional pain, because it means I'm free of my marriage, in mind. Even if my ex-husband controls where I live.