Moving On

I'm pretty sure tomorrow is the one year anniversary of when my life changed.  I'm pretty sure it was last year on a Thursday because Saturday was Valentines Day and one of the things that was a gift was delivered to my work on Friday.  Granted, I ended up throwing it away on the way home.  Just that gift though.
Here's the backstory.  For a couple/few months before, I was getting worried that my wife didn't want to be around me anymore.  So I decided that this year, Valentines Day would be special.  I would set aside money for a fancy restaurant, flowers, and a gift that had thought behind it (something that I wouldn't be told later I secretly wanted for myself).
I especially wanted to do this since only a could weeks earlier I made a joke about how she would make up excuses to spend time away from me and with her friend instead.  A comment that was a drunken joke, at my birthday party full of her friends, that I found out later upset her friend.  I guess it was unfair to accuse her of something so untrue.  So, anyway, I decided that Valentines Day would be when I make up for that and get the spark (if it was gone) back into our relationship.
Of course, like an idiot, I made a joke that morning about how she seemed to always be in a rush to get away from me.  Unlike when I said the thing when we were both drunk, the comment made her reflect on what was going on.  So that night (still pretty sure it was a Thursday) she told me that what I had been denying to myself the past couple/few months was true.  That she no longer wanted to be with me.

For those of you that have faithfully followed me this past year (which I'm hoping is really no one), you watched me post what I've gone through, you know how I feel, and you're probably sick of hearing about it.  Heh.  Yea, I guess I'm about sick of it too.  Soon.  So very soon.  It's still a bit muddy of when this holding pattern will end, but soon.  And the other stuff too.  That girl I pined over a couple posts ago, I know she didn't post it for me, but she posted one of her -isims that with basically if you share your feeling and don't get a response, that's your response, and you should move on.  She's right.  I never told her, I told you, but regardless, there was no response.
Yea, tomorrow should be the one year anniversary of a response I never wanted.  I don't want to fail again, and she's right - I need to move on.  I need to move on.

Moving on.