My husband is taking me to court.
I guess I should have seen it coming. There had been problems all along, but I ignored them. And recently, with the late arrival of spring, we have all been forced to deal with the cold weather a week or two longer than normal. Especially after cherry blossom season, this seems unexpectedly cruel. I blame the weather.
Last week I woke up in the middle of the night to my husband sleeping huddled in the fetal position near the edge of the bed. His body was exposed and shivering. So I gathered up the blanket and threw it over him, then snuggled into his back and fell asleep. In the morning, when I woke up, he was gone.