Thursday was nice, if busy. Came home from work, took Amy and our little one out to dinner at a nice local cafe. Picked up some stuff on the way home, including a big butterfly balloon for Melissa.

A very nice evening.

I get up the next morning, head to work. Have a very busy day there. Talk a couple of times with the wife on the phone. She sounds like she's having a decent day. 'Getting some housework done.'

I come home. The house is trashed. My daughter is gone. My wife says, "I'm leaving you. Moving to Karen's."

"What? Why?"

"I'm feeling trapped. Like a burden."

"But - what? Where did this come from? We haven't had a fight, anything? Don't do this!"

And out she goes.

Now I'm sitting alone in a big empty house. The back of my head is a bit sore (I snapped my head back at one point while upset and hit the bedroom door. Knocked a hole in it. Wimpy door.) My family is gone and my world pretty well shredded.

I was REALLY torn up last night. Lots of friends came by to spend time with me. Most of them think I should spend time trying to patch things up with Amy.

I don't know what to do. Not a clue. Yes, I still love my wife but no one has ever hurt me like this before. Never. Melissa? She's only three - she can't understand but she's smart and I'm sure she knows something isn't right.

What's next? I have no idea right now. The entire world changed without warning. I don't even know why. I mean if we'd been fighting or some such, that I could understand. This - this is out of nowhere and I can't.

I was pretty torn up all last night. Today? I don't know. People do get through things like this. I'm tired and don't particularly want to but I don't seem to have a lot of choice.