One evening, I got home and my husband was there and sober. "My mom had a slight heart attack." He announced.

I knew we were on the rocks but his mother was a wonderful woman that I loved. She was amazing and helped us a lot when the kids were young. She lived two days from us. We couldn't just go there. I knew what this meant.

My husband was an only child so there was no family where she lived. None. She was alone.

We were moving.

It was for a good reason but I loved my life here in this sweet town. I walked through mountain trails every day, I breathed mountain air every day. We spent a lot of time in the hot springs and enjoying the dry heat of summer and the mountains of snow in the winter. My kids were taking skiing lessons in school, it was a freaking gym class!

There was fishing, rafting and swimming. I loved it in the mountains. I loved everything. I loved my job and my people. I loved...sigh. I couldn't say that. I knew what this meant... I had to put in a notice. I had to leave them... I had to leave him.

I cried.

I left for work early and spent an hour in my car, crying. I wasn't going to deal with this very well. My husband already found a place to stay before he talked to me. We were leaving in three weeks. He did this without really talking to me but that was how we were living currently. We were doing our own things. We weren't talking... At all.

I hate to say that I didn't hate it. I didn't love it either. We went from being partners and equal in all things... to this. Before, we talked about everything... even the shoes I would buy. We talked everything through with each other but for the past three years,... we didn't. I would come home to another dog in our yard, a pool table in our back room, a chicken running around, Marijauna plants growing in our garage.... We never talked about any of that stuff. I felt like we were lost. I missed him during this time, I really did but he never noticed. He was living it up with the neighbor.

But everything was changing...

Our neighbor bought a house at the same time that we announced we were leaving. I wouldn't miss them. Bye Bye.

I walked into work and sat with my boss. "I have to talk to you." I sighed.

Antony sighed. "You're leaving?" He guessed.

I nodded and explained things to him. It was for my family, how noble. I wanted to throw myself on the floor and beg to stay. But I couldn't. I put in my three week notice and wanted to cry. It wasn't the end of the day when everyone in our department knew I was leaving. News spread like crazy.

They were all concerned about my mom-in-law though and wished me the best. They threw me a huge going away party, how sweet. But I didn't talk with the one person I really wanted to talk with... Zale.

I figured it was nothing. I figured it was all in my head. I made things bigger than they were because my home life sucked currently. I made more of us ... I was foolish. I knew I was. I was a fucking idiot.

It was a week later when Charlie told me something that I didn't know. "Hey, did you hear about Zale?"

"Uh, no? What happened?" My mind went everywhere. I was going to miss these people... him.

"He turned in his papers to be a travel nurse. He's leaving us too!" Charlie sighed. "It sucks because he's a good nurse."

I nodded and couldn't speak. I hated to say that my thoughts moved to me. Was he moving on because I wouldn't be here? No! We were nothing. We were barely work friends. It was a coincidence. I knew that.