Quoting Wulfric:

This is my first blog on GothicMatch.  I am not much of a blogger personally.  It's the equivalent of keeping a diary or writing in a journal.  I've never been much for keeping journals.  I start them but then lack the dedication to continue, so if this thing never gets updated, you'll know why.
However, in an effort for you to get to know more about me, I'll make a reasonable attempt.  So here goes...
I'm recently divorced - that is to say, the papers have been filed, but a court date hasn't been set.  It's a no-contest divorce.  I asked for nothing, and that's pretty much what I ended up with.  I guess technically speaking, I'm legally separated.  I don't live with my soon-to-be-ex wife and rarely see her.  I met her on here, actually, at GothicMatch.  I won't tell you who though.  Suffice to say, I love my wife very much, and I suppose a part of me always will; I just can't be around her any more.
The story is far too complicated to really explain so I'm not even going to try.  I'm not saying I'm perfect, far from it, but she has some inner issues she needs to work out, just as I need to learn to stand on my own two feet again.  I lived far too long with her basically supporting me and lost sight of what it means to be independent, self-sufficient, motivated.
There are a few things that bug me though.  She did a lot for me to which I am eternally grateful.  Yet, at the very end, her attitude changed.  It's like she no longer wanted to be around me.  She'd probably tell you it's me, but I have my own suspicions. I'm not entirely faultless, I realize that, but I gave up a lot too for the relationship.  Yet, I never threw that in her face, as she seemed willing to do to me at the very end.
Now I'm left having to rebuild from almost literal scratch while she merrily goes on her way living the burned out hated existence she was locked into before she married me.
I've gotten really far off topic.  This was supposed to be about me, not a rant session about my divorce.  Such is life.  Such is the way of the blog.
Let's try this again...
Hi, my name's Wulfric.  It's nice to meet you.

This is my first blog on GothicMatch.  I am not much of a blogger personally.  It's the equivalent of keeping a diary or writing in a journal.  I've never been much for keeping journals.  I start them but then lack the dedication to continue, so if this thing never gets updated, you'll know why.
However, in an effort for you to get to know more about me, I'll make a reasonable attempt.  So here goes...
I'm recently divorced - that is to say, the papers have been filed, but a court date hasn't been set.  It's a no-contest divorce.  I asked for nothing, and that's pretty much what I ended up with.  I guess technically speaking, I'm legally separated.  I don't live with my soon-to-be-ex wife and rarely see her.  I met her on here, actually, at GothicMatch.  I won't tell you who though.  Suffice to say, I love my wife very much, and I suppose a part of me always will; I just can't be around her any more.
The story is far too complicated to really explain so I'm not even going to try.  I'm not saying I'm perfect, far from it, but she has some inner issues she needs to work out, just as I need to learn to stand on my own two feet again.  I lived far too long with her basically supporting me and lost sight of what it means to be independent, self-sufficient, motivated.
There are a few things that bug me though.  She did a lot for me to which I am eternally grateful.  Yet, at the very end, her attitude changed.  It's like she no longer wanted to be around me.  She'd probably tell you it's me, but I have my own suspicions. I'm not entirely faultless, I realize that, but I gave up a lot too for the relationship.  Yet, I never threw that in her face, as she seemed willing to do to me at the very end.
Now I'm left having to rebuild from almost literal scratch while she merrily goes on her way living the burned out hated existence she was locked into before she married me.
I've gotten really far off topic.  This was supposed to be about me, not a rant session about my divorce.  Such is life.  Such is the way of the blog.
Let's try this again...
Hi, my name's Wulfric.  It's nice to meet you.