I want a divorce from the dog.
I’ve fallen out of love.
I don’t know if it’s me or if it’s him. It’s just not working any more. He’s pooping in the living room. He nips at Colin’s feet. He still chews anything he can get. He barks to go out, then he barks to come back in.
Maybe he’s bored. Maybe he’s lonely. Maybe he needs obedience training.
I don’t know. It’s not that I want another dog. I just want out of my relationship with this one.
I’ll stay with him for the sake of the children, but as so as they’re gone, that’s it. I want my freedom.